Liquor Store - Remi Wolf

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 mother f_cker
I got two fish kissing on my clit mother f_cker
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 sh_tty 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 more, carnivore
Eating my heart out, liquor store
'Cause 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 f_ckin' up
Keep dreamin' up, keep talkin' bout

Oo oo oo

We got short legs, long legs
Everybody big legs
2 4 6 8 who do we appreciate?
You mother f_cker, you you mother f_cker
You mother f_cker, you you mother f_cker

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, aye

Running away, hey
Running away, hey
Running away, hey

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