Spitfire (Kill The Noise Remix)-Porter Robinson

Spitfire - Porter Robinson Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping? What, what, what, what... [x7] Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9] [Chorus] 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 f**king awesome Nah, Walk up to the club like, "What up, I got a big cock!" I'm so pumped about some sh*t from the thrift shop Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty That people like, "Damn! That's a cold a** 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 sh*t, 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 f**kin it man I am stuntin' and flossin' and Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, b**ch 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" [Chorus: x2] 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 stunting I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons) I'm not, I'm not sick of 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 motherf**ker The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherf**ker I hit the party and they stop in that motherf**ker 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 b**ch (sh*t) I call that getting swindled and pimped (sh*t) 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 Trying to get girls from a brand? Man you hella won't Man you hella won't (Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!) [Chorus] [Bridge: x2] I wear your granddad's clothes I look incredible I'm in this big a** coat From that thrift shop down the road [Chorus] Is that your grandma's coat?