Dollar Store

Intro: (Flywalker) [Verse 1: Pell] It's hard to stay loyal when there's thousands who adore you Blame it on the business Like I'm really gone employ you Spill on aisle nine hard to mask like paranoia Knew I shouldn't hit the blizzy, now My boss thinks I'm a hippie Would have went to class but I was studying some titties DD's the whole term cause I ain't passing on what's tempting I was kidding they were C's but at least you paid attention Or at least enough to follow my description of an image That I thought was what I needed buying sexing from off the tv Sprinkle me with rims and Watch the locals try to be me Bash me on the web but never say it when they see me Swear I never clipped my nails the way I leave these pussies bleeding Metaphorically Kept on spitting ‘til they wanted more of me Now this bag boy get more attention than an orphan needs Metamorphic forklifts moving weight like its a chore to me Then hit the punch clock and act accordingly [Chorus: Pell] You and me got lots of time Don't fiend a thing The world is ours Me and you the same as we And both of us Can make believe Put your foot on the gas You wonder why you in last Too busy trying to do the right thing So place your foot on the brakes And take some time for yourself And runaway up on this night train [Verse 2:Pell] My passion is far from passive I'm spazzing like ab contractions I’m bout to get off at five so I can ______ Worried bout where I'm headed I'm blinded by smiling faces I'm just tryna make out this mini matrix/ that we living in Pissing on Pulitzer how I pencil in my childish whims But wasn't always focused them pheromones had me hopeless Lily was kind enough to harbor my heart with wholeness Not quite sure where I was going, so we just lived in the moment Hoping I packed some Trojans but notice that she ain't like that But after I text she right back kicking like a right back Propped by night stand, on that dresser..yessuh She wants some little Pells but lord knows I could do better Seeing what I could be makes it way more harder to settle And rappers catching amnesia they acting like they forget you Give me15 Minutes? I turn it into forever I still ain't clocked off my boss applying the pressure Working hard to shift my future to the present No more guessing I'm that nigga Need that work well I'll deliver Told mama this was for me/ I’ma pay back that tuition Schooling all my peers and paying management commission Sit a movie in my bars/ like I'm wrote this script from prison Going off on tangents but I hope the youth’ll listen Be yourself and nothing different/ watch them haters say they get it Time is winding down I'm clocking out but back to business.  [Chorus] [Verse 3: Pell] Pollute the institution, with some textbook coolness Made this for the ones who never saw themselves as students The rawest athlete that probably never got recruited And the fan who love the artist about as equal as the music Got some henny in my cooler, some money in my future Focused on the past and the women that seduced me Back in 2012,  thought professors couldn't use me So I thank god for this loose leaf,  I'll be writing ‘til I'm woozy I'm gone, to the moon.. and I'll be back soon.. Said I'm gone