Scalp
(专辑: To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy - The Atmosphere EP's - 2010)
I
sat down and put a
fifty on the
bar A
whisky and a
beer, let's forget where we are And keep 'em coming till I
drink that whole grant up Filling up that cup till I
can't stand up Look around, see what the
room's got Well there's Sonny by the
jukebox Grab my drinks, headed over to say peace But had to think, do I
owe him any late fees? Wait up nah, I'm all paid up huh Yeah I
made it square last time I
came up town What up Sonny? (What up?) How's business? (How you doing Sean? I
ain't seen you in a
couple of minutes) Man I
just been working and jerking Tryna get the
rent right and be perfect, how bout you? (Oh you know how the
same old game go Hustle through the
wind, rain, snow or tornado) Yea bro, spent time catching up The
bartender kept the
drinks fresh enough Good conversation, no pretension I
drank up my whole fifty bucks and then some It was getting close to last call So I
grabbed my coat and stood up like that's all But Sonny say (Hold up Sean, it's your day I
need a
favor, let me throw some money your way) I
sat back down in the
booth I
said, I
know your deal Sonny, what I
gotta do? He said (I'll give you three-five piece of the
pie If you pick up a
package for me on the
eastside tomorrow) Three and a
half for an hour and a
half Saint Paul and back's only ten dollars gas Yeah I
can handle, give me all the
info Only one thing though, I
won't bring a
pistol (Hahahah) He laughed and said (It ain't like that It's simple, grab the
package and come right back It's a
tattoo shop, it's called...) Shhh don't snitch (They some nice cats) Nice cats? (Cool as an icepack) Well alright jack (Discretion is a
must Keep a
hush, other than that I
don't give a
fuck) Cool, I
got this, it's done like dinner And then I
stepped out into the
winter I
got behind the
wheel of my vehicle Streetlights shining on my face, you can see it glow The
rearview reflection got clearer I
starting talking to the
image in the
mirror I
said, you should go back in and decline Sonny will understand, everything will be fine Sean calm down, get a
grip, you're tripping I
took a
deep breath and put the
key in the
ignition Stop being a
bitch now, man up Rolling down twenty-six with thoughts of handcuffs Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a
couple of drunks Broad-sided my pickup truck