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• Artiste: Jason Feathers
• Titre: Canary In A Goldmine
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Front gate to the bank look like some pearly gates Preying on salvation locked inside a safe Safe deposit box We as sly as fox Rolled all in Like a presidential menace Guns cocked tucked inside our church clothes Shot gun with the tips all sawed off Looking like some bosses Suit tailored especially Fucking pocket square and my glock is my accessory No fucking questions see just respect our needs We’ll need you on the ground pretty please If you wanna run you mouth ? Im a nice guy but ? Look the guard in the eye he aint tryin shit cause he fifty nine almost in retirement he just tryin to survive he got that wife and kids old man got no place catching crooks he just tryin to finish hit the teller with a grin she winks back I swear shes tryin ? Fillin up our duffle bags with g stacks of gold bricks just before we flee the scene she hits me with a slow kiss take off and blast first class mother fuckers with their foot on the gas we got two bags full of cash two bags full of gold bars, gold star gone before the cops catch me now im all alone and I need a lord so ? and I right my wrong gonna sing my song theres always one punk mother fucker wanna sing a song like a canary getting scared deep inside a goldmine but they the first ones to die when they let notes fly im right in there even before they even reach the reprise I should have known it right Them religious types cant hold their sins in Ya the guilt eats them alive So long as theses bogus priests have their g’s in their eyes ? secrets to keep but its all just a lie See the chief of police hes one powerful guy And the creepy old priest he like his boys on the side So any chance that he see to toss a favor for the cheif A get out of jail free card to use down the line So while im sittin in the strip club with some hands on some thighs Tippin whisky back throwin big bills in the sky Down the block this fuckin shmuck is singin the song of his life I’ll meet him in the yard and put a fuckin shiv in his spine