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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?
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/60yVHe 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

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