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think it was a Sunday, in January,
I could be wrong and I guess it necessary,
But I remember that the was made of snow,
And if you went outside you better take coat.
I must have been 19 years old I had a cashier job at a store,
Workin' the makin' minimum dough,
Sellin' discount smokes to the folk.
I didn't pay much to his ski mask,
Its Minnesota man your face'll fast,
But I bet that I looked sorta dumb when I first sight of his bright orange gun.
There I am adrenalin high and trying to decide how I about his right hand,
Is that a-god a minute, it is a flare gun,
And guess where he's it?
You probably here to win the lottery,
So you gotta be robbin' me.
He nodded his so I opened up the till,
Grabbed the bag for the money 'cause I know the drill.
I him the cash and the food stamps,
And he just there lookin' all confused and I'm thinkin',
Yo why the fuck ain't he
Come on crazy white boy don't do stupid.
That bag is worth two thirty,
Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and me,
By now you be down the street,
you ever see the way they do this shit on TV?
Yeah it was fun but done,
Now get out.
(Um, do you want me to get on the ground and countin'?)
Before the ski mast even started I was already on that,
(One one thousand, Two one thousand)
The front door beeped I him leave so I called my boss and the Richfield police,
Gotta close the shop and lock the doors because some trash just robbed the store.
(Eh, I don't know, maybe 5'10? was he wearing?] Skinny, flannel shirt, ski mask, [how much money?] two hundred thirty, maybe two fifty? [he threatened you with a flare gun?] yeah a flare gun [a flare gun?] yeah like a fuckin' flare gun. a ball of fire comes out. [Police laughes] What would you do if i pointed a flare gun at you?)
Everybody so suspicious,
I guess the flare gun seemed fictitious,
Are you me of petty embezzlement?
Don't you see my left adrenalin?
Bosses and cops be my friend.
Never felt loyalty to again.
And to it real,
The didn't set,
Until a year when I got fired for stealin' cigarettes.
(Gotta light?)