Bistro Lyrics

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