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