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letra de the cooler hums like a funeral song - kxllinme

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[verse 1]

he was moppin’ up aisle 2, floor still wet
bell dinged when i walked in — no threat yet
clipped the door with a bike lock, twisted it tight
ain’t no runnin’ out now, welcome to my night

i ain’t here for the safe, this ain’t hollywood dreams
just gimme the cartons and them lottery schemes
said, “marlboro reds, and scratch-offs too
slide ’em all in the bag — don’t make me spook you”

he barely looked up, leaned on his mop
said, “you serious right now? man, just aim that sh-t right
if you’re gonna k!ll me, then do it right”

i ain’t flinch — had the mеtal tucked firm in the sleeve
but hе talkin’ to me like i’m tryna sell a dream

“i seen worse,” he said, “you must be new”
i said, “nah, i’m from right up the block — just sick of what life do”
this ain’t rage, it’s just need, don’t mistake it for hate
just another broke night tryna tempt my fate

[chorus]
lock the door, k!ll the lights, it’s just another night
a stick-up over loosies and a scratch-off life
one hand on the grip, one foot in the grave
ain’t no heroes in this store, just the broke and the brave

[verse 2]

i’m mop-deep in the tile when he creeps through the door
chain cl!ck, lock spin — now we both stuck in this store (f-ck)
didn’t flinch, didn’t freeze, just leaned on the pole
seen too many of you tryna fill up that hole

he barked, “cigs, scratchers — don’t f-ck around”
like he’s in control, like i haven’t done this sh-t before
i said, “you want menthols or reds, my guy?
maybe powerball too? shoot your shot before you die.”

he had that broke-boy rage, like the world did him wrong
from the day he was born
but i clocked that fear under all that strong

said he’s from down the block — yeah, i figured as much
i seen you at the other —– the other day
too nervous to notice — that camera been clutch

i been held up by tweakers, by suits, by teens
you just the thursday edition of a lifelong meme
i passed him the goods, watched his hands shake slow
told him, “next time, try walgreens — they keep less dough”
[chorus]

lock the door, k!ll the lights, it’s just another night
a stick-up over loosies and a scratch-off life
one hand on the grip, one foot in the grave
ain’t no heroes in this store, just the broke and the brave

[verse 3]

week later, midday, sun cookin’ the street
i walk in slow, hoodie off, tryna keep it discreet
cashier behind the counter, countin’ bills like before
glanced up once, froze — then locked on the door

he said, “you look familiar… ain’t you been here before?”
i laughed it off, said, “nah, man — must be someone you saw”
he said, “nah, it’s you — same walk, same eyes
and that scar on your cheek? that sh-t don’t lie.”

my throat tightened — he ain’t even flinch
just leaned on the counter with a half-ass grin
said, “you can lie with your voice, maybe change your tone
but your face still snitchin’ like it’s got a mind of its own”

i looked around — no cops, no heat
just that same tile floor and a mop at his feet
he ain’t press it, just rang up my sh-t
said, “next time you steal, don’t be so obvious, b-tch.”
i paid in silence, head low, mind racin’
he knew, i knew — but no one said what we was facin’
two broke men, both stuck in the loop
one holds a register, one once held a tool

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