Issue No 151 Dollar Store Lyrics
Dollar Store by Issue No. 151
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
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