Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thrift Shop , by - Macklemore. Release date: 08.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thrift Shop |
| II'm gonna pop some tags |
| Only got twenty dollars in my pocket |
| I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up |
| This is fucking awesome |
| Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!" |
| I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop |
| Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty |
| That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey." |
| Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine, |
| Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green |
| Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me |
| Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets |
| Piiisssssss |
| But—shit—it was ninety-nine cents! |
| Bag it |
| Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments |
| Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in |
| Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man |
| I am stuntin' and flossin' and |
| Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch |
| I'm a take your grandpa's style, I'm a take your grandpa's style, |
| No, for real. |
| Ask your grandpa. |
| Can I have his hand-me-downs? |
| Thank you |
| Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers |
| Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin' |
| They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard |
| I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard |
| Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello |
| John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no |
| I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those |
| The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros" |
| I'm gonna pop some tags |
| Only got twenty dollars in my pocket |
| I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up |
| This 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 luggage |
| One man's trash, that's another man's come-up |
| Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt |
| 'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt |
| I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the Uptons |
| I'm not, I'm not stuck, I'm searchin' in that section Uptons |
| Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy |
| I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker |
| The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker |
| I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker |
| They 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 addition |
| Fifty 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 business |
| That shirt's hella dough |
| And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't |
| Peep game, come take a look through my telescope |
| Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't |
| Man you hella won't |
| Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah! |
| I'm gonna pop some tags |
| Only got twenty dollars in my pocket |
| I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up |
| This is fucking awesome |
| I wear your granddad's clothes |
| I look incredible |
| I'm in this big ass coat |
| From that thrift shop down the road |
| I wear your granddad's clothes, damn right |
| I look incredible, now come on, 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 tags |
| Only got twenty dollars in my pocket |
| I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up |
| This is fucking awesome |
| Is that your grandma's coat? |