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Lyrics

[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 corned 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 the face like Sigourney [Chorus: Sean Foreman] At the 7-Eleven Parked in the alley 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 can watch I got the conch, ain't no Lord of the Flies shit It's more like you'll 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 alley out back we found heaven At the 7-Eleven Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven [Bridge: Nathaniel Motte] We were alone, we were forlorn, yeah, we were castaway We were marooned, yeah, we were lost inside a foreign place We lit a fire and said a prayer beneath the typhoon rain Then we'd 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: Sean Foreman] At the 7-Eleven Parked in the alley out back we found heaven At the 7-Eleven Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven At the 7-Eleven Parked in the alley out back we found heaven At the 7-Eleven Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven