Yard Sale

I painted all night
I've hung up the signs
Arrows neon bright
On the telephone poles
Pointing my way
I'm barely awake
Prices rock bottom low
Everything's gotta go

I've got my lawn chair
Sitting under my umbrella
And all of your stuff
Is all about a buck
It's spread out all over my lawn
My afternoon's clear
So I'll stay right here
Till my mimosas and all your stuff's gone

I'm having a yard sale
I'm making money off of heartbreak
I'm turning lemons into lemonade
Make it rain rain rain
Make some bank bank bank
Off of you, off of you
They say you can't buy love
There's not enough dollars and cents
No you can't buy love
But imma sell the shit out of it
I'm having a yard sale
Woah oh oh oh ah
I'm having a yard sale
Woah oh oh oh ah

I had a rack full of your clothes
Everything sold
Your vintage concert tees
Were the first things to go
All the neighbors came by
Picked the tables dry
I'll tell you who bought what
But soon enough you'll know
You'll know

I'm having a yard sale
I'm making money off of heartbreak
I'm turning lemons into lemonade
Make it rain rain rain
Make some bank bank bank
Off of you, off of you
They say you can't buy love
There's not enough dollars and cents
No you can't buy love
But imma sell the shit out of it
I'm having a yard sale
Woah oh oh oh ah
I'm having a yard sale
Woah oh oh oh ah

I got my lawn chair
Sitting under my umbrella
Oh no I forgot to tell you
Hah

I'm having a yard sale
I'm making money off of heart break
I'm turning lemons into lemonade
Make it rain rain rain
Make some bank bank bank
Off of you, off of you
They say you can't buy love
There's not enough dollars and cents
No you can't buy love
But imma sell the shit out of it
I'm having a yard sale
Woah oh oh oh ah
I'm having a yard sale
Woah oh oh oh ah

Make it rain rain rain
Make some bank bank bank
Off of you, off of you
They say you can't buy love
But imma sell the shit out of it



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Huff, Sara Haze, Jason Cole Saenz
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