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MC Chris

Pop Run

 

Pop Run

(album: MC Chris Is Dreaming - 2016)


Pop drank non-stop, it's a topic that's classified
Just an angry guy that alcohol would pacify
Watch Miami Vice, and on Monday it's Magnum
Sit back in the recliner, tell us not to distract him
You could always hear the clinking of the cubes, then you knew
There was envy underneath whenever he'd reach for the booze
Sometimes he'd get drunk in the day time, too
Mow the lawn, watch the Cubs, drink all afternoon
Pop runs were such fun, we'd buy strawberry Crush
We'd buy a bag of Swedish Fish, it was all hush-hush
Gordon's gin, Smirnoff vodka, in big, plastic bottles
We thought nothing of it, we're not Aristotle
My brother took his drink, down the sink he did pour
He said, "what the hell you doing?" pushed him up against the door
Brother begged him to hit him, but the father refused
Painting Beatles in the basement can't erase the abuse

Everybody got a story, well, I got one
I remember dad called them "pop runs"
I was just a little kid, big problems
Was it something that I did? Why did pop run?
Everybody got a story, well, I got one
I remember dad called them "pop runs"
I was just a little kid, big problems
Was it something that I did? Why did pop run?

The first time I tasted it, I thought it was Sprite
A lime was hiding in the ice and it didn't taste right
So this is what he's drinking after dinner each night?
Well I'll never touch the stuff for the rest of my life
I was beginning to try when I was slinging the pie
At Uno's on Milwaukee, next to TCBY
Was the summer of '92 when Jump was the jam
Stole a bottle of Chianti because Silence of the Lambs
Sauvignon on the lawn, listen to vinyl by Verve
The whole house to myself in the bling of the 'burbs
Throw parties every month, chug a 'tussin and blaze
Let's face it, I was wasted, was no way to behave
Family left me all alone in the house for half a year
The house was on the market, why not spark it, have a beer
Crashed there on the weekends, couldn't turn on the heat
Slept in front of the fire place with the coldest of feet

Everybody got a story, well, I got one
I remember dad called them "pop runs"
I was just a little kid, big problems
Was it something that I did? Why did pop run?
Everybody got a story, well, I got one
I remember dad called them "pop runs"
I was just a little kid, big problems
Was it something that I did? Why did pop run?

Everybody got a story, well, I got one
I remember dad called them "pop runs"
I was just a little kid, big problems
Was it something that I did? Why did pop run?
Everybody got a story, well, I got one
I remember dad called them "pop runs"
I was just a little kid, big problems
Was it something that I did? Why did pop run?

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