Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox - Thrift Shop | Текст песни

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I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up, this is something awesome

Verse One:

Walk into the club like "What up?! It's me and Lindsey Stirling!"
Nah, I’m just pumped, I bought some swap from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so so frosty
The people like “Wow, that’s a cold cold tea tea”

Rolling in, rolling deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink except my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girl standing next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R.Kelly sheets
But wait, it was 99 cents, coppin' it, washin' it
‘Bout to go and get some compliments, passing up on those moccasins
Someone else has been walking in, bummy and grungy,
I am stunting and flossing and saving my money and I’m really happy
That’s a bargain trip, I’mma take your grandpa's style
No for real, I’mma take his style
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie Brown leather jacket that I found digging
They had a broken keyboard, so I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blankets, then I bought a knee board
To say Hello, hello, and to take a photo
John Wayne ain’t got nothing on my fringe game, no no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like “Ah, he got the Velcros”

Hook: (x2)

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up, this is something awesome

Verse Two:

What you know about rocking a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowing about wearing a fur fox skin?
I’m digging, I’m digging, I’m searching right through that luggage
While another man’s trash is another man’s come up
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button up shirt
‘Cause right now, I’m up in hurr and I wanna flirt
I’m at the Goodwill, you can find me in the on sale
I'm not, I'm not stuck
On searching in the section, on sale
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I’ll take those flannel zebra jammies, second hand and I’ll rock that even better
The built-in onesie with the socks that's even better
I hit the party and they stop even better
They be like “Oh that Gucci, that’s so tight”
I’m like “Yo, that’s fifty dollars for a t-shirt”
Limited edition, let’s do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a t-shirt, that’s just some ignorant business
I call that getting swindled and tricked
I call that getting swindled by the business, that shirt’s really dough
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a no no
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Trying to get girls from a brand? Then you really won’t, you really won’t
Ah ha you really won’t

I wear your granddad's clothes, I look incredible
I’m in this big ass old from that thrift shop down the road
I wear your granddad's clothes, I look incredible
I’m in this big old coat from that thrift shop down the road

Hook:

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up, this is something awesome

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