Dollar Store Lyrics
| Song | Dollar Store |
| Artist | Pell |
| Album | Daytrotter Studio |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It’s hard to stay loyal when there’s thousands who adore you | |
| Blame it on the business like I’m really gonna employ you | |
| It’s a spill on isle 9, hard to match, like paranoia | |
| Washing and hit the blisky now my boss thinks I’m a hippie | |
| I went to class but I was studying some titties | |
| Double Ds the whole term ‘cause I ain’t passing though it’s tempting | |
| I was kidding, they were Cs but at least you paid attention | |
| Or at least enough to follow my description of an image | |
| That I thought was what I need, buying sex up off the tv | |
| Sprinkle me with rims and watch the locals try to be me | |
| Bash me on the web and never say it when they see me | |
| But I never clip my nails the way I leave these pussies beating | |
| Metaphorically, kept on spitting till they wanted more of it | |
| Now this bad boy gets more attention than an orphanage | |
| Metamorphic forklift moving weight like it’s a chore to me | |
| They hit the punch clock and act accordingly | |
| You and me got lots of time | |
| Don’t fear a thing, the world is ours | |
| Me and you, the same as we | |
| And both of us can make-believe | |
| So put your foot on the gas | |
| You wonder why you in that | |
| Too busy tryna do the right thing | |
| So take your foot off the breaks | |
| And take some time for yourself | |
| You run away up on this night change | |
| My passion is far from passive | |
| I’m spazzing like ab contractions | |
| I’m ‘bout to get off at 5 so I can worry about where I’m headed | |
| I’m blinded by smiling faces | |
| I’m just tryna make it out these many matrix that we living in | |
| Pissing on Pulitzer, how I pencil in my childish whims | |
| But wasn’t always focused, them pheromones had me hopeless | |
| Nelly was kind enough to harbor my heart with earnest | |
| Not quite sure where I was going so we just lived in the moment | |
| Hoping I pack some Trojans but noticed that she ain’t like that | |
| And after I take, she write back | |
| Taking it like right back, propped on that night stand, on that dresser | |
| Yes, sir, she wants some little bells but Lord knows I could do better | |
| What I could be makes it way harder to settle | |
| And rappers catching amnesias, they acting like they forget you | |
| Give me 50 minutes, I turn it into forever | |
| Still ain’t clocked off, my boss applying the pressure | |
| Working all this shift, my future to the present | |
| No more guessing, I’m that nigga, and that work, I will deliver | |
| Told my momma this was for me, I’mma pay back that tuition | |
| Schooling in my pants and paying management commission | |
| Set a movie at my boss like I wrote this script from prison | |
| Going off on tangents but I hope that you will listen | |
| Be yourself and nothing different, watch them haters say they get it | |
| Time is winding down, I’m clocking out but then I’m back to business | |
| You and me got lots of time | |
| Don’t fear a thing, the world is ours | |
| Me and you, the same as we | |
| And both of us can make-believe | |
| So put your foot on the gas | |
| You wonder why you in that | |
| Too busy tryna do the right thing | |
| So take your foot off the breaks | |
| And take some time for yourself | |
| You run away up on this night change | |
| Pollute the institution with some textbook rudeness | |
| Made it for the ones who never saw themselves as suitors | |
| The rawest that lead, they probably never got recruited | |
| And the fiddle of the artist ‘bout as equal as the music | |
| Got so many in my cooler, some money in my future | |
| Focus on the past and the women, that’s the business | |
| I’m back in 2012, my professors could’ve used me | |
| So I make up for this music, I be writing till I’m oozy | |
| I’m gone | |
| To the moon and I’ll be back soon |
| It' s hard to stay loyal when there' s thousands who adore you | |
| Blame it on the business like I' m really gonna employ you | |
| It' s a spill on isle 9, hard to match, like paranoia | |
| Washing and hit the blisky now my boss thinks I' m a hippie | |
| I went to class but I was studying some titties | |
| Double Ds the whole term ' cause I ain' t passing though it' s tempting | |
| I was kidding, they were Cs but at least you paid attention | |
| Or at least enough to follow my description of an image | |
| That I thought was what I need, buying sex up off the tv | |
| Sprinkle me with rims and watch the locals try to be me | |
| Bash me on the web and never say it when they see me | |
| But I never clip my nails the way I leave these pussies beating | |
| Metaphorically, kept on spitting till they wanted more of it | |
| Now this bad boy gets more attention than an orphanage | |
| Metamorphic forklift moving weight like it' s a chore to me | |
| They hit the punch clock and act accordingly | |
| You and me got lots of time | |
| Don' t fear a thing, the world is ours | |
| Me and you, the same as we | |
| And both of us can makebelieve | |
| So put your foot on the gas | |
| You wonder why you in that | |
| Too busy tryna do the right thing | |
| So take your foot off the breaks | |
| And take some time for yourself | |
| You run away up on this night change | |
| My passion is far from passive | |
| I' m spazzing like ab contractions | |
| I' m ' bout to get off at 5 so I can worry about where I' m headed | |
| I' m blinded by smiling faces | |
| I' m just tryna make it out these many matrix that we living in | |
| Pissing on Pulitzer, how I pencil in my childish whims | |
| But wasn' t always focused, them pheromones had me hopeless | |
| Nelly was kind enough to harbor my heart with earnest | |
| Not quite sure where I was going so we just lived in the moment | |
| Hoping I pack some Trojans but noticed that she ain' t like that | |
| And after I take, she write back | |
| Taking it like right back, propped on that night stand, on that dresser | |
| Yes, sir, she wants some little bells but Lord knows I could do better | |
| What I could be makes it way harder to settle | |
| And rappers catching amnesias, they acting like they forget you | |
| Give me 50 minutes, I turn it into forever | |
| Still ain' t clocked off, my boss applying the pressure | |
| Working all this shift, my future to the present | |
| No more guessing, I' m that nigga, and that work, I will deliver | |
| Told my momma this was for me, I' mma pay back that tuition | |
| Schooling in my pants and paying management commission | |
| Set a movie at my boss like I wrote this script from prison | |
| Going off on tangents but I hope that you will listen | |
| Be yourself and nothing different, watch them haters say they get it | |
| Time is winding down, I' m clocking out but then I' m back to business | |
| You and me got lots of time | |
| Don' t fear a thing, the world is ours | |
| Me and you, the same as we | |
| And both of us can makebelieve | |
| So put your foot on the gas | |
| You wonder why you in that | |
| Too busy tryna do the right thing | |
| So take your foot off the breaks | |
| And take some time for yourself | |
| You run away up on this night change | |
| Pollute the institution with some textbook rudeness | |
| Made it for the ones who never saw themselves as suitors | |
| The rawest that lead, they probably never got recruited | |
| And the fiddle of the artist ' bout as equal as the music | |
| Got so many in my cooler, some money in my future | |
| Focus on the past and the women, that' s the business | |
| I' m back in 2012, my professors could' ve used me | |
| So I make up for this music, I be writing till I' m oozy | |
| I' m gone | |
| To the moon and I' ll be back soon |
| It' s hard to stay loyal when there' s thousands who adore you | |
| Blame it on the business like I' m really gonna employ you | |
| It' s a spill on isle 9, hard to match, like paranoia | |
| Washing and hit the blisky now my boss thinks I' m a hippie | |
| I went to class but I was studying some titties | |
| Double Ds the whole term ' cause I ain' t passing though it' s tempting | |
| I was kidding, they were Cs but at least you paid attention | |
| Or at least enough to follow my description of an image | |
| That I thought was what I need, buying sex up off the tv | |
| Sprinkle me with rims and watch the locals try to be me | |
| Bash me on the web and never say it when they see me | |
| But I never clip my nails the way I leave these pussies beating | |
| Metaphorically, kept on spitting till they wanted more of it | |
| Now this bad boy gets more attention than an orphanage | |
| Metamorphic forklift moving weight like it' s a chore to me | |
| They hit the punch clock and act accordingly | |
| You and me got lots of time | |
| Don' t fear a thing, the world is ours | |
| Me and you, the same as we | |
| And both of us can makebelieve | |
| So put your foot on the gas | |
| You wonder why you in that | |
| Too busy tryna do the right thing | |
| So take your foot off the breaks | |
| And take some time for yourself | |
| You run away up on this night change | |
| My passion is far from passive | |
| I' m spazzing like ab contractions | |
| I' m ' bout to get off at 5 so I can worry about where I' m headed | |
| I' m blinded by smiling faces | |
| I' m just tryna make it out these many matrix that we living in | |
| Pissing on Pulitzer, how I pencil in my childish whims | |
| But wasn' t always focused, them pheromones had me hopeless | |
| Nelly was kind enough to harbor my heart with earnest | |
| Not quite sure where I was going so we just lived in the moment | |
| Hoping I pack some Trojans but noticed that she ain' t like that | |
| And after I take, she write back | |
| Taking it like right back, propped on that night stand, on that dresser | |
| Yes, sir, she wants some little bells but Lord knows I could do better | |
| What I could be makes it way harder to settle | |
| And rappers catching amnesias, they acting like they forget you | |
| Give me 50 minutes, I turn it into forever | |
| Still ain' t clocked off, my boss applying the pressure | |
| Working all this shift, my future to the present | |
| No more guessing, I' m that nigga, and that work, I will deliver | |
| Told my momma this was for me, I' mma pay back that tuition | |
| Schooling in my pants and paying management commission | |
| Set a movie at my boss like I wrote this script from prison | |
| Going off on tangents but I hope that you will listen | |
| Be yourself and nothing different, watch them haters say they get it | |
| Time is winding down, I' m clocking out but then I' m back to business | |
| You and me got lots of time | |
| Don' t fear a thing, the world is ours | |
| Me and you, the same as we | |
| And both of us can makebelieve | |
| So put your foot on the gas | |
| You wonder why you in that | |
| Too busy tryna do the right thing | |
| So take your foot off the breaks | |
| And take some time for yourself | |
| You run away up on this night change | |
| Pollute the institution with some textbook rudeness | |
| Made it for the ones who never saw themselves as suitors | |
| The rawest that lead, they probably never got recruited | |
| And the fiddle of the artist ' bout as equal as the music | |
| Got so many in my cooler, some money in my future | |
| Focus on the past and the women, that' s the business | |
| I' m back in 2012, my professors could' ve used me | |
| So I make up for this music, I be writing till I' m oozy | |
| I' m gone | |
| To the moon and I' ll be back soon |
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