Текст песни
Late shift, neon sick.
Have you taken flowxetin?
(ugh)
Receipt paper curlin’ like snake skin.
Ain’t no prayer in this aisle.
Cut the tag, cut the talk — no refund, no love
No refund, no love — watch ‘em freeze when I brush
Scan-beep, scan-beep, heart rate jump in the hush
No refund, no love — leave a stain on the plush
Bag it quick, tape it shut, let the sirens get bored
No refund, no love — I don’t sign nothin’ for sure
No refund, no love — I don’t sign nothin’ for sure
No refund, no love — I don’t sign nothin’ for sure
Automatic doors sigh, I slide in like smoke
Fluorescent buzz louder than the lies that you spoke
Price gun click-clack, that’s percussion in my palm
Glass case jewelry lookin’ cold, no charm
Manager key ring swingin’ heavy like a threat
Backroom smells like cardboard, bleach, and old regret
Pop the lock box gentle, still messy with it
Hands steady, eyes red, but I ain’t confessin’ with it
Barcode scar tissue, peel it off, new face
Clear tape over trouble, make it look “in place”
Shorty in the fitting room textin’ “you outside?”
I’m in aisle nine where the cheap blades hide
Wrist flick— zip tie bite, not a cuff, just a lesson
Your tough talk fold quick like a mall-kiosk necklace
Security mirror show me twice, both mean
One smirks, one quiet— both don’t do “team”
Vending machine coffee taste like pennies and spite
Still I’m wired like a Pit Boss at midnight
Outside, parking lot puddles got oil in ‘em
Headlights cut the fog like a surgeon with rhythm
Yamaha scream past, R6 throat raw
I don’t chase, I appear— that’s the rule, that’s law
You pose for the camera, I move where it can’t
Receipt say “approved” but your hands still can’t
Paper bag crinkle— that’s applause in the dark
Plastic handle stretch, leave a red little mark
I don’t do speeches, I do “get it” and go
You do “maybe” in stall, then you end up below
Neon sign blinkin’ like Morse for “too late”
I leave footprints of grit by the loading bay gate
Cut the tag, cut the talk — no refund, no love
No refund, no love — watch ‘em freeze when I brush
Scan-beep, scan-beep, heart rate jump in the hush
No refund, no love — leave a stain on the plush
Bag it quick, tape it shut, let the sirens get bored
No refund, no love — I don’t sign nothin’ for sure
No refund, no love — I don’t sign nothin’ for sure
No refund, no love — I don’t sign nothin’ for sure
Receipt ink fade fast… but the memory don’t.
No refund. No love. (ha)
