Pharmacy

Sweaty sheets
Lick my arm, salty treat
Eats the fries and dip your feet

10 O'clock
We really should get out of these
Clothes and necessities

You look clean
And it's mean

Heard you got a Ford with the seats now
Still trying to sneak a red hundred out
Man, I've been on hold for a minute now
Pharmacy keeps saying that they sold out

Are you free?
For a syndicated shopping spree
Window shop philosophy

And I'm stressed
You never even fill the tank
5 Bucks forget the rest

It's a dream
And it's mean

Heard you got a Ford with the seats now
Still trying to sneak a red hundred out
Man, I've been on hold for a minute now
Pharmacy keeps saying that they sold out



Credits
Writer(s): Drew Smith
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