[Verse 1 - Sean Foreman:]
s***e man
High as outer s***e man
f****** ridiculous
My favorite album, s***e Jam
Exit seat while I'm riding on your plane man
And I don't go HAM, I go corn beef
Singing slow jams in between gold teeth
At a karaoke stand with your girl getting drunk c***f
She singing Journey
Getting hella h****
So she grabbed my face like Sigourney
[Chorus - Sean Foreman:]
At the 7-Eleven
Parked in the ally out back we found heaven
At the 7-Eleven
Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
[Verse 2 - Sean Foreman:]
She said she heard of me from that album Want
She used to b**p it in the Target parking lot
In her '97 Dodge
Well that's hot
If her friends get together, maybe I could watch
I got the conch, ain't no Lord of the Flies s***
It's more like you be catching flies on your eyelids
But I keep crashing in the rocks of the sirens
Playing murder-f***-kill with death on a desert island
[Chorus - Sean Foreman:]
At the 7-Eleven
Parked in the ally out back we found heaven
At the 7-Eleven
Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
[Bridge - Nathaniel Motte:]
[?] and we would castaway
We were moved, yeah we were lost inside a foreign place
[?]
Then we wake up and we'd be here and it'd be light again
[Verse 3 - Sean Foreman:]
Tequila soda
Talkin' like I'm Yoda
Trying to convince a girl that my bed ain't a sofa
Just come over
Maybe I could show ya
We could pull the mats out, you could teach me yoga
Hold up, I can't appreciate and deviate from any sort
of discourse that could maybe aggravate you
Would you join me on a date through time?
I'll take you to the future
Where I blew your mind
[Chorus x2 - Sean Foreman:]
At the 7-Eleven
Parked in the ally out back we found heaven
At the 7-Eleven
Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
.
s***e man
High as outer s***e man
f****** ridiculous
My favorite album, s***e Jam
Exit seat while I'm riding on your plane man
And I don't go HAM, I go corn beef
Singing slow jams in between gold teeth
At a karaoke stand with your girl getting drunk c***f
She singing Journey
Getting hella h****
So she grabbed my face like Sigourney
[Chorus - Sean Foreman:]
At the 7-Eleven
Parked in the ally out back we found heaven
At the 7-Eleven
Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
[Verse 2 - Sean Foreman:]
She said she heard of me from that album Want
She used to b**p it in the Target parking lot
In her '97 Dodge
Well that's hot
If her friends get together, maybe I could watch
I got the conch, ain't no Lord of the Flies s***
It's more like you be catching flies on your eyelids
But I keep crashing in the rocks of the sirens
Playing murder-f***-kill with death on a desert island
[Chorus - Sean Foreman:]
At the 7-Eleven
Parked in the ally out back we found heaven
At the 7-Eleven
Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
[Bridge - Nathaniel Motte:]
[?] and we would castaway
We were moved, yeah we were lost inside a foreign place
[?]
Then we wake up and we'd be here and it'd be light again
[Verse 3 - Sean Foreman:]
Tequila soda
Talkin' like I'm Yoda
Trying to convince a girl that my bed ain't a sofa
Just come over
Maybe I could show ya
We could pull the mats out, you could teach me yoga
Hold up, I can't appreciate and deviate from any sort
of discourse that could maybe aggravate you
Would you join me on a date through time?
I'll take you to the future
Where I blew your mind
[Chorus x2 - Sean Foreman:]
At the 7-Eleven
Parked in the ally out back we found heaven
At the 7-Eleven
Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven
.