7-11 lyrics - 3oh!3

[Verse 1 - Sean Foreman:]

Space man

High as outer space man

Fucking ridiculous

My favorite album, Space 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 chief

She singing Journey

Getting hella horny

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 bump 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 shit

It's more like you be catching flies on your eyelids

But I keep crashing in the rocks of the sirens

Playing murder-fuck-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