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[intro]

we’re all lost…
just some more than others

it’s how you deal with bein’ lost
that shows what you really are —
a b-tch…
or somebody who can handle the street life

and the street life?
that sh-t don’t care
it’ll swallow you whole
leave your name in an ashtray
and keep movin’ like you ain’t never existed

it’s a f-cked up game…
and most of us never had a choice but to play

[verse 1]

pipe in the cooler, passed out by the mop
said “aliens took me,” couldn’t finish the job
still swears he the man
couldn’t ring sh-t — just stared at the cam
(stared at the cam)
graveyard angel with a fentanyl grin
workin’ like h-ll, then noddin’ again
(noddin’ again)

boss let it ride ’til the phones got loud
now he walks in silence, head in the clouds

[verse 2]

clock in, fade out — same dance every night
scrubbin’ floors while he’s talkin’ ’bout lights
“got beamed up again,” i said, “cool, my guy”
found the meth pipe chillin’ where the cokes stay dry

blamed my dawg for it — man who never touched sh-t
but he swore up and down, “he the one that lit”
he’d twitch by the door, eyes rollin’ back
like demons in his ear tryna whisper facts

customers ask, “yo, is bro okay?”
i say, “he on break — just floatin’ away”
didn’t steal a dollar, just couldn’t press b-ttons
too f-cked up to count, always mumblin’ somethin’

tried to sell his ebt for fent on the clock
no one knew except god — and the camera on top
still showed up — rain, shine, or pain
even when the girl ran his whole d-mn brain
[chorus]

pipe in the cooler, passed out by the mop
said “aliens took me,” couldn’t finish the job
still swears he the man
couldn’t ring sh-t — just stared at the cam
(stared at the cam)

graveyard angel with a fentanyl grin
workin’ like h-ll, then noddin’ again
(noddin’ again)

boss let it ride ’til the phones got loud
now he walks in silence, head in the clouds
(clouds, clouds)

[verse 3]

she was way younger, bitter and broke
(way too young for him)
took his last dime just to toke her smoke

posted up in the back like she owned the floor
no badge, just nerve — feet up by the cooler door
(with them dusty ass shoes)
sat puffin’ by the mop sink like “this my crib”
actin’ like hr wouldn’t flip their sh-t
(corporate gon’ love this one!)

took the shift like love was owed in flesh
then walked off — left him bleedin’ out a breath

still swore, “she loves me,” i said, “that ain’t real”
(love ain’t real, man, wtf)
he smiled like heartbreak was part of the deal

she gave me that grin like i’d fall in line
but i seen what it did to him — not this time
didn’t flinch, didn’t bite, just watched her drift
like karma don’t need no names on a list

d-mn near got fired just defendin’ her name
still wandered the store like he ain’t got shame
phones blowin’ up — boss fed up
(she fed up, yeah)

caught him slumped out, leaned on luck
that was that — no big scene
just a quiet cut like a guillotine
(off with his f-ckin’ head)

still pulls up sayin’, “they lied, they framed me”
(they framed me)
but the meth talk louder than his “please save me”
(save me)

now he sleepin’ in whips on borrowed time
chasin’ ghosts and county lines i lie

[verse 4]

he showed up in slides, hoodie stiff from the rain
said he’d “bounce back soon” — but he always sayin’ the same
told me he was close to signin’ on a warehouse gig
i just nodded, hit my pen, didn’t call out the fib

the whip he was sleepin’ in? repoed last week
now he walkin’ like he prayin’ the ground don’t speak
kept a folder full of dreams in a plastic bag
resumé, old checks, and a pic of that hag

yeah — the girl who used him, turned his mind to mush
she left him on e, now he ain’t been in touch
he said, “bro, they set me up” — i said, “you set you up”
now he talk to mailboxes like they gon’ bless him up

every bar he spits still got weight and hurt
like he’s tryna buy back peace with a stained-up shirt
i watched a man fade slow, still proud in the eyes
even broke as f-ck, he never begged or cried

he just said, “let ’em know i worked hard till i couldn’t”
then disappeared in the mist like a legend shouldn’t

[outro]

they don’t say it out loud
but the register number you’re assigned?
that sh-t f-ckin’ chooses you

number 3 and 5?
those are the lifers
hold it down through robberies, riots, broken-ass card readers —
always show up, even when they f-ckin’ shouldn’t

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