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abhi the nomad - yard sale lyrics

if i had a penny
for every change that id fake
i’d trade it for twenty
of your thoughts
if you’d give me any
of the pain that you make
i’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk

smoking cigarettes, so f+ck with me, buck fifty for that sh+t/ shorts, jackets, hats and tennis racquets to practice/ old vinyl records, a couple poleys to fish with/ and over there, we’ve got some sh+t ya kids get/ moms are bending over, reach for clearance, get too close, and i will smack that/ ya closer to getting half off, pack it then you’ll get half that/ the underground menu is more than what you can bargain/ the sh+t that we have sellin is doper than that of target/ b+tch, it is cash only, no checks allowed/ check it out/ slap you in the face my d+ck, really do check it/ ok, i’m going to far, so please just buy something, times coming to close up, uh ya dig/ ok, the reapers coming to close it, so get your purchases and get the f+ck out/ holy sh+t grenade, get the f+ck down/ i’m dipping out of here, but first i need to grab my hard ale/ garage turned to yard sale/

if i had a penny
for every change that id fake
i’d trade it for twenty
of your thoughts
if you’d give me any
of the pain that you make
i’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk

it’s all sales final
if you don’t like the sound
(get the f+ck out)
still cruising in that old toyota bumping aesop
arrogant as sh+t
it’s all sales final
if you don’t like the price
(get the f+ck out)
cracking open up that peach arizona with the cool ranch doritos i’m the sh+t
well sh+t son i be sw+nging in this b+tch like orangutans, kicking it in my white vans
banging like some pedophiles in white vans
22 beers and i still ain’t feeling buzzed tho
diving in that p+ssy then i’m swimming in that b+tthole
yuck, what a cutthroat
one half of the legendary el cap
creep into your dorm room when you’re sleeping
do you smell that?
farted on your face and gave you pink eye
brown in the summer and surrounded by some pink guys

if i had a penny
for every change that id fake
i’d trade it for twenty
of your thoughts
if you’d give me any
of the pain that you make
i’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk

- abhi the nomad lyrics

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