Horror Store
David Shawty Lyrics
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Smokin on horrorcore, got me in the horror store
CL, pouring foreigns, look like Voldemort
Smokin on horrorcore, got me in the horror store
(Hoodwtch)
(David)
Ayy
Smokin on horrorcore, got me in the horror store
Check me like a horoscope, posted by the corner store
You asking too much questions
Talking shit, we finna blow his nose
Blow the bag, I blow a load
We get the racks, I′m going home
Fuck with me, he tweaking though
Crashed the car, I need a tow
I need the cash, I need the roll
She needs me back, I need to go
Ben & Jerry's ice cream
Ghost in a cedar road
Peter Pan paint drip
On my face, blood shit
Cotton candy Sunkist
Drugs is like Fun Dip
Pissing out racks, got a band in my stomach
Graveyard shit, get the beg then I run it (David)
Sipping iced tea, I know they don′t like me
Pull up in a four-door, looking like a fright demon
Hanging 'round the dead people, scheming for the bread
It's just me, myself, and I and the voices in my head
She said that I′m wrong, wrong or right, I′m still ahead
Bees and ghosts where I be sleeping
Wake me up when this all ends
Smoking dope inside of Neimans
In the trap, I'm in the Benz
Pour some Tech in cherry soda
Mount the coffin, candy rims
CL, pouring foreigns, look like Voldemort
Smokin on horrorcore, got me in the horror store
Check me like a horoscope, posted by the corner store
You asking too much questions
Talking shit, we finna blow his nose
Blow the bag, I blow a load
We get the racks, I′m going home
Fuck with me, he tweaking though
Crashed the car, I need a tow
I need the cash, I need the roll
She needs me back, I need to go
Ben & Jerry's ice cream
Ghost in a cedar road
The song "Horror Store" by David Shawty is a haunting track that delves into the world of horror and creepy things. The lyrics describe how the singer is smoking on "horrorcore," which is a term used to describe a type of music that celebrates horror themes like monsters, gore, and violence. This has led him to enter a "horror store," where he is surrounded by scary things that make him feel paranoid and anxious.
The chorus of the song features the line "CL, pouring foreigns, look like Voldemort," which is a reference to the popular book and film franchise, Harry Potter. Voldemort is the main villain in the series, and is known for his evil deeds and lack of a nose. The phrase "pouring foreigns" likely refers to the singer's ability to purchase expensive foreign cars, which are a status symbol in rap culture.
The rest of the lyrics paint a picture of a dark world filled with drugs, death, and danger. The singer seems to be living on the edge, taking risks and making money any way he can. Despite the darkness of the song, there is an underlying sense of rebellion and confidence that is empowering.
Line by Line Meaning
CL, pouring foreigns, look like Voldemort
Driving luxury cars and looking like the villain from Harry Potter
Smokin on horrorcore, got me in the horror store
Getting high on horror-themed music and being in a creepy store
Check me like a horoscope, posted by the corner store
People scrutinizing him like a horoscope in public
You asking too much questions
People interrogating him too much about his life
Talking shit, we finna blow his nose
Getting back at someone who talked bad about him
Blow the bag, I blow a load
Spending money and indulging himself
We get the racks, I′m going home
Making money and retreating to his home safe and sound
Fuck with me, he tweaking though
People getting confrontational with him for no reason
Crashed the car, I need a tow
Getting into an accident and needing assistance
I need the cash, I need the roll
Needing money and financial security
She needs me back, I need to go
Feeling the pull to leave a relationship
Ben & Jerry's ice cream
Eating a popular ice cream brand
Ghost in a cedar road
Feeling like a ghost on a deserted street
Peter Pan paint drip
Wearing colorful paint on his face
On my face, blood shit
Making it look like he has blood on his face
Cotton candy Sunkist
Drinking a fruity, candy-like soda
Drugs is like Fun Dip
Using drugs is as casual as eating fun dip
Pissing out racks, got a band in my stomach
Spending extravagantly and having lots of money in his possession
Graveyard shit, get the beg then I run it (David)
Acting shady and getting away quickly after getting what he wants
Sipping iced tea, I know they don′t like me
Being aware of people's dislike for him while casually sipping tea
Pull up in a four-door, looking like a fright demon
Arriving somewhere in a large car and looking intimidating
Hanging 'round the dead people, scheming for the bread
Hanging out with shady people and plotting to make money
It's just me, myself, and I and the voices in my head
Feeling alone with only his thoughts to keep him company
She said that I′m wrong, wrong or right, I′m still ahead
Ignoring people's negative opinions about him and continuing to succeed
Bees and ghosts where I be sleeping
Having strange and eerie dreams when he goes to sleep
Wake me up when this all ends
Wanting to wake up from his current situation because it's not ideal
Smoking dope inside of Neimans
Getting high in a high-end store
In the trap, I'm in the Benz
Being in a dangerous situation but feeling safe because of his nice car
Pour some Tech in cherry soda
Mixing cough syrup with soda to enhance the high
Mount the coffin, candy rims
Having fancy rims on his car that look like candy but also symbolizing death
Writer(s): David Israel Salazar
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