Bistro
As soon as Mary Died it's like the tide turned
And the sky faded
Inebriated my mind racing my heart racing
I grab the first bus, the fuckin bus sucks
I saw the skyline, I saw my mom crying
I'm paralyzed a pair of eyes burn into me
I roll a J quickly, get that shit into me
Something's gotten into me
I lost some direction I'm onto the next one
I never really made a selection
I made the grade though
I turned the tables
I served the payload tried to make my name grow
Yo I drank a fuckin river I pulverized my liver
A polarizing figure but he taught me hell a shit but
Acted like a prick but
Something made me crave the punishment and ask for it
And as for this line cook shit, shit's immaculate
I don't have to ask for it whiskey's a requisite
And every night I exit with this guy that I trust
And we leave that shit at work and get lit up it's love
Sit and swill Jamie's till I'm walking funny
Stop at Citadel to chill before I toss my tummy
Who wants to work with me you shouldn't work for free
Baby, I'm getting burned to the third degree
I think it feels right
I'm trying to keep it low key
Working on my gnocchi
The whole team is floating on a slow breeze smoking
I'm hoping that Slinky J can stay in the pit
And I can get some bottles hid for the end of the shift
I'm in the garden yard harboring dark thoughts
The harbor at dark parked sparking a dart, smart
I got that income tax swag, the ink on my arm
The sink and the last drag, the link from my charm
Makes me think I might be in love but twice
If I think about it I should take my mom's advice
Drinking in the corner under coats and scarves writing bars
Accumulating cuts and scars uh
First couple beats that I ate up I couldn't wait to wake up
I'm laid up getting laid duh
And even when the shit's fucked up we make up
We lucked up finding each other cause we both know suds
We both rolled drugs we both felt stuck
We both thought we were rich with a gran saved up
Cause man it's been tough but we manage enough
If you're calling my bluff it gets rough if it picks that shit up
I need to pick this shift up I'll get up with you later
Leave a note if you went to have a smoke with the neighbors
Who wants to work with me, huh?
2010 huh
Who wants to work with me you shouldn't work for free
Baby, I'm getting burned to the third degree
I think it feels right
And the sky faded
Inebriated my mind racing my heart racing
I grab the first bus, the fuckin bus sucks
I saw the skyline, I saw my mom crying
I'm paralyzed a pair of eyes burn into me
I roll a J quickly, get that shit into me
Something's gotten into me
I lost some direction I'm onto the next one
I never really made a selection
I made the grade though
I turned the tables
I served the payload tried to make my name grow
Yo I drank a fuckin river I pulverized my liver
A polarizing figure but he taught me hell a shit but
Acted like a prick but
Something made me crave the punishment and ask for it
And as for this line cook shit, shit's immaculate
I don't have to ask for it whiskey's a requisite
And every night I exit with this guy that I trust
And we leave that shit at work and get lit up it's love
Sit and swill Jamie's till I'm walking funny
Stop at Citadel to chill before I toss my tummy
Who wants to work with me you shouldn't work for free
Baby, I'm getting burned to the third degree
I think it feels right
I'm trying to keep it low key
Working on my gnocchi
The whole team is floating on a slow breeze smoking
I'm hoping that Slinky J can stay in the pit
And I can get some bottles hid for the end of the shift
I'm in the garden yard harboring dark thoughts
The harbor at dark parked sparking a dart, smart
I got that income tax swag, the ink on my arm
The sink and the last drag, the link from my charm
Makes me think I might be in love but twice
If I think about it I should take my mom's advice
Drinking in the corner under coats and scarves writing bars
Accumulating cuts and scars uh
First couple beats that I ate up I couldn't wait to wake up
I'm laid up getting laid duh
And even when the shit's fucked up we make up
We lucked up finding each other cause we both know suds
We both rolled drugs we both felt stuck
We both thought we were rich with a gran saved up
Cause man it's been tough but we manage enough
If you're calling my bluff it gets rough if it picks that shit up
I need to pick this shift up I'll get up with you later
Leave a note if you went to have a smoke with the neighbors
Who wants to work with me, huh?
2010 huh
Who wants to work with me you shouldn't work for free
Baby, I'm getting burned to the third degree
I think it feels right
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Writer(s): Matthew Elliott
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