| A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress
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| And she treats me like some type of common vagrant
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| I see her every day, but there’s nothing to say
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| Unless I decide to step inside of that cafe
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| I only get to sit if I buy something to eat
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| Otherwise it’s best to keep my feet moving down that street
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| And god damn she’s a hard bitch
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| Talks at me like I’m the bad dog that got into the garbage
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| Yeah I know that the toilet is for customers
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| You ain’t got to tangle up the strings to make this puppet work
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| It doesn’t have to be a game of patty cake
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| But it ain’t like you don’t know I sleep in that alleyway
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| And by the way, I can see it in your eyes
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| You’re angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight
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| I bet you hate every man that you date
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| And you’re probably addicted to all types of escape
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| You take it out on me that you’re all alone
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| When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones
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| Watch the tone when you speak to old folks
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| I’m grown, just trying to get out of this Minnesota cold
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| Look lady, I’m homeless, I’m crazy
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| I’m so hopeless I’m suicidal daily
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| If you and I can’t co-exist, let’s fake it
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| 'Cause I ain’t got the energy it takes for this relationship
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| I’m waiting for a city bus to flatten me
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| And transport me to the ever after happily
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| Maybe reincarnated with luck
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| Come back to Earth as a cockroach in your tip cup
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| She said she’s had it up to here
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| She’s gonna call authorities if I don’t disappear
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| I love her threats, it rejuvenates my breath
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| I give her stress for the reaction that it gets
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| I got a pocket full of panhandled money
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| On a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun
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| In front of everyone she calls me bum
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| But she notices my absence on them afternoons I don’t come
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| So here I am, thorn in her hip
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| Holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips
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| Ignoring the insults and evil eyes
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| I feed off of 'em, I wonder when she’ll realize
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| That she’s the only reason I visit
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| The only woman in my world that acknowledges my existence
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| And if my ship ever comes, I’ll miss it
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| Because I’m getting old and I ain’t got much left to give it
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| So there it is and I have to live with it
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| I had the chance to make a difference, but I didn’t
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| In the cafe bathroom drinking free tap water
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| Thinking: «Damn, I should’ve been a better father to my daughter» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Waitress, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп