I sat and put a fifty on the bar A whisky and a beer, let's where we are And keep 'em coming till I drink that grant up up that cup till I can't stand up Look around, see what the got Well Sunny by the jukebox Grab my drinks, headed to say peace But had to think, do I owe him any fees? up nah, I'm all paid up huh Yeah I made it square last I came up town What up Sunny? {What How's business? {How you doing Sean? I ain't seen you in a couple of Man I just been and jerking Tryna get the rent right and be perfect, how you? {Oh you know how the same old go Hustle the wind, rain, snow or tornado} Yeah bro, spent catching up The bar kept the drinks fresh enough conversation, no pretension I drank up my whole fifty 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, your day I need a favor, let me throw some your way} I sat back down in the I said, I your deal Sunny, what I gotta do? He said give you three-five piece of the pie If you pick up a package for me on the eastside and a half for an hour and a half Saint Paul and only ten dollars gas Yeah I can handle, me all the info Only one though, I won't bring a pistol {Hahahah} He laughed and said {It ain't like It's simple, grab the package and come right It's a shop, it's called...} Shhh don't snitch {They some nice cats} cats? {Cool as an icepack} Well alright jack is a must Keep a hush, than that I don't give a fuck} Cool, I got this, it's done like And I stepped out into the winter
I got behind the of my vehicle Streetlights shining on my face, you can see it The rearview got clearer I starting to the image in the mirror I said, you go back in and decline Sunny will understand, will be fine calm down, get a grip, you're tripping I took a deep and put the key in the ignition Stop being a now, man up Rolling twenty-six with thoughts of handcuffs Pulled out on Lyndale, by a couple of drunks broad side of my pickup