This is a song about "Thrift shop girl"

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I gotta know if it's real or not

Faded like a barber shop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Now i can't afford clothes from the god damn thrift shop

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I was headed down over to the head shop

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Orville might think they microwaved the shop

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,