Thrift Shop (Original Version)

歌詞

Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping? What, what, what, what... What, what, what, what... What, what, what, what... What, what, what, what... What, what, what, what... What, what, what, what... What, what, what, what... What, what, what, what... Bada, bada, badadada Bada, bada, badadada Bada, bada, badadada Bada, bada, badadada I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is fucking awesome Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!" I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey." Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine, Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets Piiisssssss But—shit—it was ninety-nine cents! Bag it Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man I am stuntin' and flossin' and Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch I'm a take your grandpa's style, I'm a take your grandpa's style, No, for real. Ask your grandpa. Can I have his hand-me-downs? Thank you Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin' They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros" I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is fucking awesome I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is fucking awesome What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin? What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin? I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage One man's trash, that's another man's come-up Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt 'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the Uptons I'm not, I'm not stuck, I'm searchin' in that section Uptons Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker They be like, "Oh, that Gucci. That's hella tight." I'm like, "Yo, that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt." Limited edition, let's do some simple addition Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch. Shit I call that getting swindled and pimped. Shit I call that getting tricked by a business That shirt's hella dough And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't Peep game, come take a look through my telescope Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't Man you hella won't Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah! I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is fucking awesome I wear your granddad's clothes I look incredible I'm in this big ass coat From that thrift shop down the road I wear your granddad's clothes, damn right I look incredible, now come on, man I'm in this big ass coat, big ass coat From that thrift shop down the road. Let's go I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is fucking awesome Is that your grandma's coat?