Scalp

[Verse 1]

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 Sonny 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 uptown

What up Sonny?

"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 bartender 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 Sonny 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 Sonny, 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

[Verse 2]

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

Sonny'll understand, everything'll 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 26th with thoughts of handcuffs

Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of drunks

Broad-sided my pickup truck