Convenience Store - текст песни
Convenience Store
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I used to work in a convenience store
Either 11 to the 7 or the 6 to the 4
Spend the night drinking gin and selling bon on the fee
Watch the cops coming in i get the freak off here
Suck off all the nitrous from the whipcream can
Smoking weed in the parking lot with the puertoricans
I was working to keep my car on the road
While they kept an eye on me through the security window
Stole a lot of shit but i never got caught
Got canned for showing up late a lot
Wowowow convenience store
I dont work for you nomore
Wowowow convenience store
I dont work for you nomore
No more selling sigarettes or mopping up the floor
Flip the sign close and im straight out the door
You know i lived in a closet
And i lived in a van
I been the guy in the living room sleeping over there
Lived on foodstamps and bottle returns
Dragged so damn much that my ass got burned
But im comming up, You know im comming up
Man you know you're bound to fail if you try to set me up
Used to play rock in a one off town
Get so damn trashed that i'd fall on the ground
Buying fourties with the money from last nights show
Just sitting on the backboards staring out the screen window
Wowow mister destitution
I get so sick im hanging out with you yeah
Wowow mister destitution
I get so sick im hanging out with you yeah
No more nickel clipping off our finger discount
No more bottle in the back pocket as im walking out
Wowowow convenience store **fade out starts**
I dont work for you nomore
Wowowow convenience store
I dont work for you nomore
Wowowow convenience store **fade out ends**
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