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 that whole grant up Filling up that cup till I can't up around, see what the room's got Well there's Sunny by the Grab my drinks, headed to say peace But had to think, do I owe him any late Wait up nah, I'm all up huh Yeah I made it 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 just been working and Tryna get the right and be perfect, how bout you? {Oh you know how the same old go through the wind, rain, snow or tornado} Yeah bro, time catching up The bar tender the drinks fresh enough Good conversation, no I drank up my whole bucks and then some It was getting close to last So I grabbed my coat and up like that's all But say {Hold up Sean, it's your day I need a favor, let me throw some money way} I sat back down in the I said, I know your Sunny, what I gotta do? He said {I'll give you three-five of the pie If you pick up a for me on the eastside tomorrow} Three and a half for an and a half Saint and back's only ten dollars gas Yeah I can handle, me all the info one thing though, I won't bring a pistol {Hahahah} He laughed and said {It like that It's simple, grab the package and right back It's a tattoo shop, it's called...} don't snitch {They nice cats} Nice cats? {Cool as an icepack} Well alright jack {Discretion is a Keep a hush, other than I don't give a fuck} Cool, I got this, it's like dinner And then I out into the winter
I got behind the wheel of my Streetlights on my face, you can see it glow The reflection got clearer I starting to the image in the mirror I said, you go back in and decline Sunny understand, everything will be fine Sean down, get a grip, you're tripping I a deep breath and put the key in the ignition Stop being a now, man up Rolling twenty-six with thoughts of handcuffs Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of broad of my pickup truck