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• Artiste: Remi Wolf
• Titre: Liquor Store
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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, motherfucker I got two fish kissing on my clit, motherfucker 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 morе, carnivore Eating my heart out, liquor store 'Causе 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 Ooh, ooh, ooh We 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 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, ayy Running away, hey Running away, hey Running away, hey Running away, hey