Текст песни Liquor Store - Remi Wolf
You
can
go
if
you
want
to
But
you
know
my
mind
Will
be
walking
a
tightrope
'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
motherfucker
I've
got
two
fish
kissing
on
my
clit
motherfucker
I've
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
of
Spilling
all
over
the
carpet,
the
kitchen
floor
You
clean
them
up
with
a
mop
in
a
liquor
store
Liquor
store
'cause
I
want
more
Carnivore
eating
my
heart
out
Liquor
store
'Cause
I
always
want
more
walking
into
the
liquor
store
Into
the
liquor
store
'Cause
I
always
want
more
walking
into
the
liquor
store
I've
got
fire
in
my
lungs
and
my
legs
keep
running
And
the
head-lock
knocked
up
babies
keep
coming
And
the
fantasy
world
that
we
keep
making
up
Keep
fucking
up,
keep
dreaming
up,
keep
talking
up
Ooh,
ooh,
ooh
We've
got
short
legs,
long
legs,
everybody
big
legs
Two,
four,
six,
eight,
who
do
we
appreciate?
You
motherfucker,
you,
you
motherfucker
You
motherfucker,
you,
you
motherfucker
You
can
go
if
you
want
to
But
you
know
my
mind
Will
be
walking
a
tightrope
'Cause
you
like
having
sex
like
an
animal
And
I
keep
thinking
you're
running
away
from
me
I
am
three
steps
ahead
of
you
And
now
I'm
waking
up
to
a
nightmare
'Cause
you
like
gettin'
in
bed
with
the
enemy
And
I
keep
thinking
you're
running
away,
ayy
Running
away,
ayy
Running
away,
ayy
Running
away,
ayy
Running
away,
ayy
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