Scalp

[Slug]I sat down and put a fifty on the bar
A whisky and a beer, lets forget where we are
And keep em coming till
I drink that whole grant up
Filling up that cup till
I cant stand up
Look around, see what the rooms got
Well theres
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,
Im all paid up huh
Yeah I made it square last time
I came up town
What up Sunny? {
What up?}
Hows business?{
How you doing
Sean? I aint 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 thats all
But Sunny say {
Hold up Sean, its 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 {Ill 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 backs only ten dollars gas
Yeah I can handle, give me all the info
Only one thing though,
I wont bring a pistol{
Hahahah} He laughed and said {
It aint like that
Its simple, grab the package and come right back
Its a tattoo shop, its called...}
Shhh dont 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 dont give a ****}
Cool, I got this, its 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, youre tripping
I took a deep breath and put the key in the ignition
Stop being a ***** now, man up
Rolling down twenty-six with thoughts of handcuffs
Pulled out on
Lyndale, killed by a couple of drunksbroad side of my pickup truck