Song For A Supermarket Parking Lot
Quelle: Spotify
On Mondays, I do the laundry at the twenty four hour place next to the dollar tree.
I know I could walk but god I love to drive.
I thought about calling and asking forgiveness, but hell, I'm afraid of the dogs that I live with.
I guess you take it one day at a time.
I thought about Jesse on Tuesday, last I heard he was still doped up in Portland.
I could call and ask but hell I know he'd lie.
Like my neighbor, he's got buisness, if you don't know about it better keep your distance.
And no one on this street's ever called a cop in their life.
Da da da, da da da da da, da da da, da da da
On Wednesday, ran into Conner, drinkin like he was already a goner.
He said he'd like to change if he could grow a spine.
I said when you talk like that it makes me real nervous,
no don't be invitin me to your funeral service.
Throw down your fucking chips, let's play for keeps this time.
Like on Thursday when you called and woke me up,
I heard you started smoking crack again and got caught up.
Cracking cases, robbing houses just to say alive.
So I hung up, I called Vanessa, and told them I left the rent on the dresser.
It wasn't even half or three weeks late this time.
Da da da, da da da da da, da da da, da da da
Da da da da da, da da da da, da da da da da da da, da da da, da da da
On Fridays, I do the laundry at the twenty four hour place next to the dollar tree.
Past the neighbors reaching heaven with their trucks so high.
I thought about calling and asking forgivness, but lately I don't even know what that word is.
I got police on my six, cause they think it's a crime.
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