My Store
Lyrics
Welcome to our store we have everything you need
Sell you all the newest clothes sell you self esteem
Begged your mom for cash now you're ready for a splurge
Hyphy fucks with yeezys all get on my fucking nerves
Sick of the culture
We've all helped create
Live for the attention
Drives us all insane
Sick of the culture
We've all helped create
Live for the attention
Drives us all insane
Parents working day and night
You piggy backing waste of space
I pray the lord my soul to take
You fuck heads never procreate
Pray the lord my soul to take
You fuckheads never procreate
My store probably sells the worst shit you've ever seen
My store doesn't have your size we don't have what you need
My store doesn't have ac it's hot as fuck who cares
My store doesn't need your cash go and bug your parents
I hate you
I hate everything you've done to us
A MRSA cyst full of blood infection rotting pus
Your greed
You spend all of your money please feed us
Choking on my hunger while you suckle from your trust
I'm sick of the culture
We've all helped create
Live for the attention
Drives us all insane
Sick of the Culture
We've all helped create
Live for the attention
Drives us all insane
Writer(s): Balsamic Cigarette
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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