Scalp - Atmosphere

I sat down and put a fifty on the bar

A whisky and a beer, let's forget where we are

And keep 'em coming till I drink that whole grant up

Filling up that cup till I can't stand up

Look around, see what the room's got

Well there's Sunny by the jukebox

Grab my drinks, headed over to say peace

But had to think, do I owe him any late fees?

Wait up nah, I'm all paid up huh

Yeah I made it square last time I came up town

What up Sunny? {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

Tryna 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 bar tender 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 Sunny 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 Sunny, 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 eastside tomorrow"

Three and a half for an hour and a half

Saint 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

{Hahahah} 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...} Shhh don't snitch

{They some nice cats} Nice cats? {Cool as an icepack}

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

Streetlights shining on my face, you can see it glow

The rearview reflection got clearer

I starting talking to the image in the mirror

I said, you should go back in and decline

Sunny will understand, everything will 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 twenty-six with thoughts of handcuffs

Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of drunks

broad side of my pickup truck