Testo Scalp - Atmosphere
Testo della canzone Scalp (Atmosphere), tratta dall'album To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy: the Atmosphere ep's
I sat down and put a fifty on the bar
A whiskey and a beer, let's forget where we are
And keep 'em coming 'til I drink that whole grant up
Filling up that cup 'til I can't stand up
Look around, see what the room's got
Well there's Sonny by the jukebox
Grabbed my drink, headed over to say peace
But had to think, do I owe him any late fees?
Wait up, no, I'm all paid up
Huh, yeah, I made it square last time I came uptown
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
Trying to 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
Yeah, 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 east side"
Tomorrow?
Three and a half for an hour and a half
St. 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
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 Shh, Don't Snitch
They some nice cats"
Nice cats?
Cool as an ice pack
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
Streetlight shining on my face, you could see it glow
The rearview reflection got clearer
I started talking to the image in the mirror
I said, "You should go back in and decline
Sonny'll understand, everything'll 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 26th with thoughts of handcuffs
Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of drunks
Broadsided my pickup truck
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Davis, Sean Daley, Erick Anderson, Nathan Collis
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