I sat down and put a on the bar A whisky and a beer, forget where we are And keep 'em coming till I that whole grant up Filling up that cup I can't stand up Look around, see what the got Well there's by the jukebox Grab my drinks, headed over to say But had to think, do I owe him any late Wait up nah, I'm all up huh I made it square last time I came up town What up {What up?} How's business? {How you doing Sean? I ain't seen you in a of minutes} Man I been working and jerking get the rent right and be perfect, how bout you? {Oh you how the same old game go Hustle through the wind, rain, snow or Yeah bro, spent catching up The bar tender kept the drinks enough conversation, no pretension I drank up my whole bucks and then some It was getting 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 some your way} I sat back in the booth I said, I know your Sunny, what I gotta do? He said {I'll give you piece of the pie If you pick up a for me on the eastside tomorrow} Three and a half for an hour and a Saint and back's only ten dollars gas I can handle, give me all the info Only one though, I won't bring a pistol {Hahahah} He laughed and said {It like that It's simple, the package and come right back a tattoo shop, it's called...} Shhh don't snitch {They some cats} Nice cats? {Cool as an icepack} Well alright {Discretion is a must Keep a hush, other that I don't give a fuck} Cool, I got this, it's done like And I stepped out into the winter
I got the wheel of my vehicle Streetlights on my face, you can see it glow The rearview got clearer I starting talking to the image in the I said, you go back in and decline Sunny will understand, everything be fine 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 down twenty-six with thoughts of Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of broad of my pickup truck