Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Liquor Store, artist - Remi Wolf.
Date of issue: 14.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Liquor Store |
You can go if you want to |
But you know my mind will be walking a tight rope |
‘Cause you like having sex like an animal |
And I keep thinking you’re running away from. |
You got an ice cream cone on your leg mother fucker |
I got two fish kissing on my clit mother fucker |
I got headaches on headaches on headaches all day |
But the handshakes are chasing my troubles away |
I’m a thrift store baddie with my booty on the sink |
I’m a shitty ex-nanny with my marbles on the brink |
Spillin' all over the carpet, the kitchen floor |
You clean them up with a mop and the liquor store |
Liquor store, ‘cause I want mor, carnivore |
Eating my heart out, liquor store |
‘Caus I always want more walking into the liquor store |
Into the liquor store |
‘Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store |
Got a fire in my lungs and my legs keep runnin' |
And the headlock, knocked up, babies keep comin' |
And the fantasy, what that we |
Keep makin' up, keep fuckin' up |
Keep dreamin' up, keep talkin' bout |
Oo oo oo |
We got short legs, long legs |
Everybody big legs |
2 4 6 8 who do we appreciate? |
You mother fucker, you you mother fucker |
You mother fucker, you you mother fucker |
You can go if you want to |
But you know my mind will be walking a tight rope |
‘Cause you like having sex like an animal |
And I keep thinking you’re running away from me |
I’m three steps ahead of you |
And now I’m waking up to a nightmare |
‘Cause you like getting in bed with the enemy |
And I keep thinking you’re running away, aye |
Running away, hey |
Running away, hey |
Running away, hey |
Running away, hey |