[Intro] Late night Slippers on the pavement Wallet in my fist Like I’m drawn for the engagement [Verse 1] Dust on the neon glass door Change in my pocket, heavy like war List in my head, I ignore it, of course I’m here for the sugar, not vitamins, sport Sidewalk’s a runway Plastic bag cape in the wind, that’s my regalia Card in decline? That’s failure But I’m rich in hunger, rich in mania [Pre-Chorus] Hand on the handle Feels like a battle standard Fluorescent halo I’m the late shift commander [Chorus] This is my corner store crusade Armor made of coupons, fate already paid Candy bars, hot fries, victory parade Raise that soda like a blade Corner store crusade Marching down the aisle like I can’t be swayed Every shelf a dragon I’m here to slay This is my, this is my Corner store crusade [Verse 2] Clerk knows my face, gives a nod, that’s lore Snack rack shining like a treasure hoard “Two for one?” That’s destiny I’m stacking my destiny at the register drawer Phone in my hand, group chat blowing “What you want?” I’m the hero they’re voting Grab the chips, grab the ice, heart loaded Plastic bag gauntlets, both arms swollen [Pre-Chorus] Loose change rattles Like chains on a warhorse Receipt like a banner Trailing out the front door [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Midnight mission Calories for ammunition Every bite a new decision Will I sleep or see the vision? [crescendo] Kick in the door of the kingdom of snacks (hey!) Boots on tile, bass hits, never look back Thunder in my chest as I clear that rack Chosen one On a sugar attack [guitar solo] [Chorus]
