Atmosphere - 66Th Street Lyrics

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Hi can I help you?

I handed hIm the cash and the food stamps

He just stood there looking all confused and

Im thinking "Yo why the fuck ain't he movin?"

C'mon crazy white boy don't do somethin stupid

That bag is worth maybe two-thirty

Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and burn me

By now you should be down the street

Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on TV?

Yeah it was fun but it's done now get out

"Ah do you want me lay down on the

Ground and start countin crops?"

Before the ski way even started noddin

I was already on that one one-thousand two one-thousand

The front door beeped I heard hIm leave

So I called my boss and the Richfield police

Gotta close the shop and lock the doors

Cause some trailer trash just robbed the store

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[Phone call between Slug and police officers]

[Verse 2:]

Everybody acted so suspicious

I guess the flare gun story seemed fictitious

Are you accusing me of petty embezzlement?

Don't you see my left over adrenaline?

Bosses and cops can't be my friend

Never felt loyalty to either again

And to keep it real the irony didn't set

Until a year later when I got fired for stealing cigarettes

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