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}
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 f*ck}
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
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 b*tch 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

/ atmosphere lyrics