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Atmosphere - 66th Street lyrics
"66th Street"
Hi, can I help you?
 [Verse 1]
 I think it was a Sunday, sometime in January
 I could be wrong and I guess it isn't necessary
 But I remember that the ground was made of snow
 And if you went outside, you better take your coat
 I must have been nineteen years old
 I had a cashier job at a convenience store
 Working the counter making minimum doe
 Selling discount smokes to the neighbourhood folk
 I didn't pay much thought to his ski mask
 It's Minnesota man, your face will freeze fast
 But I bet that I looked sorta dumb
 When I first caught sight of his bright orange gun
 There I am, adrenaline high and
 Tryin to decide how I feel about his right hand
 Is that a goddamn? Wait a minute
 It is a flare gun and guess where he's aiming it
 You probably ain't here to win the lottery
 So you obviously gotta be robbin me
 He nodded his head so opened up the till
 And grabbed a paper bag for the money cause I know the drill
 I handed him the cash and the food stamps
 He just stood there looking all confused andAtmosphere - 66th Street - http://motolyrics.com/atmosphere/66th-street-lyrics.html
 I'm thinking "Yo, why the fuck ain't he movin?"
 C'mon crazy white boy, don't do somethin stupid
 That bag is worth maybe two-thirty
 Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and burn me
 By now you should be down the street
 Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on TV?
 Yeah it was fun but it's done, now get out
 "Ah, do you want me lay down on the ground and start countin crops?"
 Before the ski way even started noddin
 I was already on that, one one-thousand, two one-thousand
 The front door beeped, I heard him leave
 So I called my boss and the Richfield police
 Gotta close the shop and lock the doors
 Cause some trailer trash just robbed the store
[Phone call between Slug and police officers]
 [Verse 2]
 Everybody acted so suspicious
 I guess the flare gun story seemed fictitious
 Are you accusing me of petty embezzlement?
 Don't you see my left over adrenaline?
 Bosses and cops can't be my friend
 Never felt loyalty to either again
 And to keep it real, the irony didn't set
 Until a year later when I got fired for stealing cigarettes
















