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Hey Macklemore? Can we go thrift shopping?
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I'm gonna pop some tagsOnly got twenty dollars in my pocketI, I, I'm hunting, looking for a come-upThis is fucking awesome
Nah walk up to the club like, what up, I got a big cockI'm just pumped, just bought some shit from the thrift shop (oh)Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frostyThe people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey"Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanineDressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are greenDraped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to meProbably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets(Piss)But shit, it was ninety-nine cents(Bag it) coppin' it, washin' it'Bout to go and get some complimentsPassin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in themBummy and grungy, fuck it man, I am stuntin' and flossin' andAnd savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitchI'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's styleNo for real ask your grandpa can I have his hand-me-downs?(Thank you) velour jumpsuit and some house slippersDookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboardI bought a skeet blanket, and then I bought a kneeboardHello, hello, my ace man, my mellowJohn Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell noI could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell thoseThe sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"
I'm gonna pop some tagsOnly got twenty dollars in my pocketI, I, I'm hunting, looking for a come-upThis is fucking awesome
I'm gonna pop some tagsOnly got twenty dollars in my pocketI, I, I'm hunting, looking for a come-upThis is fucking awesome
What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggageOne man's trash, that's another man's come upThank your grandad for donating that plaid button-up shirt'Cause right now I'm up in her' stuntin'I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the binsI'm that, I'm that sucker searchin' in that section , mensYour grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammyI'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfuckerThe built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfuckerI hit the party and they stop in that motherfuckerThey be like, "Oh, that Gucci, that's hella tight"I'm like, "Yo that's fifty dollars for a t-shirt"Limited edition, let's do some simple additionFifty dollars for a t-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch (shit)I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit)I call that getting tricked by a businessThat shirt's hella dopeAnd having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don'tPeep game, come take a look through my telescopeTrying to get girls from a brand? Then you hella won'tThen you hella won't
I'm gonna pop some tagsOnly got twenty dollars in my pocketI, I, I'm hunting, looking for a come-upThis is fucking awesome
I wear your grandad's clothesI look incredibleI'm in this big ass coatFrom that thrift shop down the road
I wear your grandad's clothes (damn right)I look incredible (oh, c'mon man)I'm in this big ass coat (big ass coat)From that thrift shop down the road (let's go)
I'm gonna pop some tagsOnly got twenty dollars in my pocketI, I, I'm hunting, looking for a come-upThis is fucking awesome
Is that your grandma's coat?
Songwriters: Ben Haggerty / Ryan Scott Lewis
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