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,
But me and grungy fuckin it man
I am stuntin’ and flossin’ and,
Savin’ my money and I’m hella happy that’s a bargain, bitch.
I’ma take your grandpa’s style, I’ma 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”.

Thrift Shop by Macklemore feat Wanz
http://frederickfung.xanga.com/audio/abb474008132/