Pell - Dollar Store lyrics

rate me

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