Lyrics Dollar Store - Pell

Dollar Store

God damn, this ni-
His ass better pick this motherfucker up
Please leave your message for
Jared Pellerin
Aye, uh, Jared, uh, Pell?
It’s Mr. Ni—
We ain’t seen you at work in a while, man
Kinda wonderin', where ya been, son?
Been takin' your shifts up all week, man, and, uh
You gon' have to give me a call back real soon or I’ma have to
I’ma have to gon' head and let you go, mane
It’s hard to stay loyal when there’s thousands who adore you
Blame it on the business like I’m really gon' employ you
It’s a spill on aisle nine, hard to mask like paranoia
Knew I shouldn’t’a hit the blisky, now my boss thinks I’m a hippie
Would have went to class but I was studying some titties
Double D’s the whole term cause I ain’t passing on what’s tempting
I was kidding, they were C’s but at least you paid attention
Or at least enough to follow my description of an image
That I thought was what I needed, buying sexing up off the tv
Sprinkle me with rims and watch the locals try to be me
Bash me on the web but never say it when they see me
Swear I never clip my nails the way I leave these pussies bleeding
Metaphorically,
kept on spitting 'til they wanted more of me
Now this bag boy get more attention than an orphan needs
Metamorphic forklifts moving, weight like its a chore to me
Then hit the punch clock and act accordingly