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Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Song language: English
STORY |
Woke up in a bad place |
Should probably get up, so I’m not late |
Stared at my phone for the past eight |
Minutes at nothin', my head aches |
Bottles empty by the lampshade |
I’m out of Excedrin again, great |
Too early to tell, but at this rate |
I’m thinkin' this might be a bad day |
I walk out the bedroom, my roommate’s |
Asleep on the couch with her two-faced |
Boyfriend who lives here, but don’t pay |
A penny for rent, but he still stays |
She says he’s broke, I’m like, «No way» |
Probably sells drugs, but she won’t say |
Told me he dabbles in real estate |
I mean I don’t believe it, but okay |
Okay, pull out the driveway |
Notice my gas tank’s on E again, well, of course, it is |
Guess I probably should stop at the gas station |
So I take a right, pull up to the pump |
While it’s pumpin', I look at my ashtray |
Then remember I need to get cigarettes ( |
Cigarettes |
Anything to help my mind state |
So, I park and walk inside—wait! |
I should probably get somethin' to drink and eat, I guess |
So I find and grab a couple bags of chips |
Where’s the candy aisle? |
Oh, yeah, here it is |
Which one should I get? |
Should I grab the Starburst or |
Change it up and maybe grab the Twix? |
Mm, grab the Starburst, then I started walkin' |
As I pass the garbage and I reach the fridge |
I hear someone yellin' at the front of the store |
Probably just a homeless guy getting bored |
Probably just a customer whose card |
Didn’t work, and now he wants to start a war |
Man, I can’t afford to |
Keep buyin' energy drinks everyday, I shut the door, then |
Turn around and as I’m headin' towards the counter |
With my drink, I hear, «Hey, open up the drawer» |
Crouching on the floor |
Peek around the aisle, gun is on the fore- |
Head of the man that’s behind the counter |
Now my heart is poundin' and I’m prayin' to the Lord |
I don’t die today, I can’t die today |
I got things to do, tryin' not to shake |
Plotting my escape, where’s my cellphone at? |
Left it in my car, icing on the cake |
I start crawling, I can hear 'em yellin' |
«I want every penny, I want every dime» (Yeah) |
«Once you finish with the cash |
Open up the bag, throw some cigarettes inside» (Yeah) |
«Which ones do you want? |
Which ones do you want?» |
«I'm not picky, give me any kind |
Give me all of 'em, yeah, just toss 'em in |
Keep it movin' though, I’m runnin' low on time and |
I’d advise ya to move a little quicker |
Trust me, I don’t wanna have to pull the trigger |
I’ve done it before, it’s not a pretty picture |
What, you don’t believe me? |
I’m just playin' with ya |
Well, no I’m not, no I’m not |
Just do what I say 'cause if you even think of tryna pull a fast one on me |
Promise you’ll be sorry |
Oh, my driver’s calling, I can’t miss my pick-up» |
That’s when I did somethin' stupid |
And my jacket knocked over a can of soup and then |
It got quiet, did he hear me movin'? |
Shh! |
Hold my breath, he must’ve heard me do it, huh? |
I’m assumin' the |
Noise must’ve made him turn his head enough |
To let the guy that was at gunpoint grab his own gun |
Now they both got weapons |
Maybe I should help him |
Sneak up slow and deck him |
Time to go, time to go, time to go |
It’s gon' be a bloody miracle |
Now or never, God, if I had any blessings |
Comin' in my future, could You send 'em to my present? |
Peek around the edge, and I start runnin' at him |
He don’t see me comin', does he? |
Steppin' closer |
Grab his neck and hold him, squeezin' on his throat |
I’m tryna choke him, then his elbow hits my nose and |
Think he broke it, I think he broke it, my |
Blood is leakin' all over my clothes, I tried |
Not to let go, but my hands begin to slip and bullets start to fly |
Can’t see out my eyes |
Cashier still alive? |
I can’t tell, I’m tryna crawl away, here comes another guy |
He runs inside, like, «Where's the money? |
Did you get the money? |
Where’s the bag you brought?» |
(Ayy) |
«I don’t know, I think it’s still behind the counter |
Prolly by the cashier I just shot» (Ayy) |
«Who's this on the floor? |
Who’s this on the floor? |
«I don’t know!» |
«Well, did they call the cops?» |
He runs up to me, then he grabs my shoulder |
As he flips me over, then my jaw drops, 'cause |
I thought his voice sounded real familiar, he’s |
Got a mask on, but the shirt he’s wearing |
Is the same one he had on this morning |
Staring in my eyes, I know he knows I know |
Embarrassed, he stands above me and says, «Sorry Erin, but |
I don’t have a choice,» he holds the barrel up |
To my head, I scream, «You can’t be serious!» |
He shakes his head and says, «I'm sorry,» then the gun— |
Get down, get on the ground |
Cashier yells to ask if I’m okay, he’s dialing 911 |
I run over to him, grab his phone and try to help him up |
«911, what’s your emergency?» |
«There's been a robbery, the cashier was shot, he needs an ambulance |
He looks kinda pale, I think he might’ve lost a lot of blood» |
«Okay, help is on the way, has anybody else been injured?» |
«Yeah, the robbers, there were two of 'em» |
«Can you tell me their condition? |
Are they still alive?» |
«Well, I’m not really sure, but they don’t look so good |
I’m pretty sure they’re dead |
Yeah, I think they’re dead» |
«Alright, take a deep breath |
Everything’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be alright» |