Goodwill Is Her House

[Verse 1]
Thrift tag, torn bag, keys on a ring
Bus pass, dye in her hair, nose ring
Two jobs, late clock, sleep on the couch
Text say “headed home” but Goodwill her house
She know all the aisles, all the deals, all the days
Half-off Tuesday, she like “watch how I save”
Pocket full of change, still she walk like a boss
Turn a three-dollar dress to a runway gloss
[Chorus]
My friend Tierrany
DHGate cart, big energy
Click, wait, pray on the shipping fee
Fake rich dreams on a cracked-screen piece
My friend Tierrany (yeah)
Goodwill floors like a canopy
She say “broke don’t mean you can’t be free”
She say “broke don’t mean you can’t be me”
[Verse 2]
Screenshot bags that she might never grab
Still flex pics like “this my new bag”
Laugh through the pain, that girl joke through the bills
Split one meal, make it two lil’ meals
Try on shoes in the mirror in the store
Walk a whole runway, leave ‘em on the floor
“Why you always smile when the world so foul?”
She say “I bend, I don’t break, watch me now”
[Chorus]
My friend Tierrany
DHGate cart, big energy
Click, wait, pray on the shipping fee
Fake rich dreams on a cracked-screen piece
My friend Tierrany
Goodwill racks like a gallery
She say “broke don’t mean you can’t be free”
She say “broke don’t mean you can’t be me”

rap, Crunchy boom-bap drums with swung hats and warm sub, male vocals. Verses tight and storytelling, close-up vocal, little room reverb. Hook lifts with layered call-and-response ad-libs and simple piano stabs; last chorus adds subtle vocal doubles and a woozy synth pad for weight., hip hop