Atmosphere Scalp Lyrics

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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 ice pack}
Well alright jack {Discretion is a must
Keep it 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
Street lights 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
Sonny will understand, everything will be fine
Sean calm down, get a grip, you're trippin'"
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
broadsided my pickup truck
To All My Friends, Blood Makes the Blade Holy: The Atmosphere EPs Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Until the Nipple's Gone
  • 2 The Major Leagues
  • 3 Scalp
  • 4 The Best Day
  • 5 Americareful
  • 6 Hope
  • 7 The Loser Wins
  • 8 Shotgun
  • 9 Commodities
  • 10 The Number None
  • 11 Freefallin'
  • 12 To All My Friends
  • Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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