Lyrics Everything Bagel - Rob Sonic

Everything Bagel

Same stop, different seat
Wait, watch, and then repeat
Days, doctor, you believe
In the face of The Fathers that have made it holy
Hey, doctor is it me?
Or are they flocking to the sheep?
Great Scott, are we asleep?
Cause it seems like I got a mouth full of no teeth
Jimmy placed his nickels in the token booth
And his everything bagel in his open soup
Checking out his numbers in the postal proof
He only missed by one, so he’s 0-for-2
Heading to the late shift grave in bull
Whistling the break from Paid in Full
On the train, stepped, when he made his move
And grew a J-O-B in basic blue
Tried to keep the rust from touching faith
Coulda got somewhere, but he runs in place
Now, he’s back on the wagon for a month, one day
And an hour, into lunch, until he’s tucked away
Up at dawn, he had a smoke, fed his cat
His half of toast, made a face
And grabbed a roach.
Took a pill
That made him laugh, so he could last 'til close
Used to burn buildings, now his pieces go
From the bottom of a bic to receipts in rolls
No cans, no crews, no more beef bestowed
Waitin' on a D for, at least, ten toes
She sat across chewing Juicy Fruit
Ear-ringed lobes that were loosely hooped
Shearling coat, with a toothy mood
The raven-black matched her Gucci suit
He hustled in with his patient plan
Doorway down, with a lazy stance
Ignore the cops and the shaking can
A quarter’s not going to change your pants
He caught her eye, so she moved her ring
Smiled a bit, like «this bird can sing»
And took a cue, and he cut the length
«Do you like trains?
Cause I love these things.»
«Excuse me, um, but I wonder if you’d tell me where you get your hair done?»
«What?»
«Your hair is perfect, I’d like to know where you get it done.»
«It's uh, it’s beautiful and it’s perfect for the job.»
«Perfect for what job?»
«A second ago, this groovy chick was just a girl in his dreams.»
Anyway, they hit it off and trusted fate
And they transferred over to the Uptown 8
Headed to her place, that she said was brightened
By the trees on the corner, and a block from Dyckman
Knew the place well from his days with paint, but
Figured it was chill, and them crews had changed-up
Just like him, had jobs they hated
And were no longer on-point, and stayed mostly faded
Oh, she rated.
Tens, he scored her
And wouldn’t really care if he caught one for her
All his thoughts were the dame he picked-up
Game was Atari, and the way she Dig-Dugged!
Doors were open, time to exit
A dude stepped to him with a diamond necklace
Read his checklist, knew maneuvers
And hit him with a two-piece tooth-remover
Thing was laughing, he lay there bleeding
And his ground control was not receiving
As she was leaving, he lost his mind
And gave her one big push for all mankind
«Push that girl in front of the train.»