Scalp Lyrics - 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" 

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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 

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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