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Servo Run // Gatorade Saxaphone
by 9 Foot Super Soldier
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So I'm walking to the servo and fuck me I'm hungover
It's forty odd degrees and I feel like shit
All I want in this world is a Gatorade and a maybe a rock hard beef and cheese pie
So I grab my shit and walk on up to the counter
And I say 'just that thanks mate'
He says to me 'any fuel?'
I say 'nah mate just the pie and the Gatorade, that's it'
Cheers
Just trying to fuel up so I can scrape by
Get my two and five in my Gatorade and pie
Hungover midmorning
Servo Run
Bleary eyed, battling
Servo Run
'How about flybys, you got any flybys?'
I say 'nah mate just the pie and the Gatorade that's it'
'Well would you like to join our rewards program?'
'Nah mate I really fucking wouldn't'
He says 'it's two pies for six dollars'
'I just want one fucking pie'
'For extra fifty cents you can get two gatorades'
'I don't give a fuck if you give me fifty gatorades all I want is one fucking Gatorade'
I don't give a fuck about your everyday rewards
I'm trying not to spew all over your floor
Hungover midmorning
Servo Run
Bleary eyed, battling
Servo Run
Knock back the Gatorade, electrolytes are for
Sorting out the twenty cans you drank the night before
Now you're cutting four odd inches from your neighbors hose
It's getting shorter every month and honestly it shows
Windin' your way down on Baker Street
The Gatorade sax playing tunes so sweet
Melt a couple holes for the shotty and the pipe
Cone piece in and it's starting to look right
An affordable solution, I'm not made of cash
I sourced a dirty thirty from the local open house
Windin' your way down on Baker Street
The Gatorade sax playing tunes so sweet
So I'm walking to the servo and fuck me I'm hungover
It's forty odd degrees and I feel like shit
All I want in this world is a Gatorade and a maybe a rock hard beef and cheese pie
So I grab my shit and walk on up to the counter
And I say 'just that thanks mate'
He says to me 'any fuel?'
I say 'nah mate just the pie and the Gatorade, that's it'
Cheers
Just trying to fuel up so I can scrape by
Get my two and five in my Gatorade and pie
Hungover midmorning
Servo Run
Bleary eyed, battling
Servo Run
'How about flybys, you got any flybys?'
I say 'nah mate just the pie and the Gatorade that's it'
'Well would you like to join our rewards program?'
'Nah mate I really fucking wouldn't'
He says 'it's two pies for six dollars'
'I just want one fucking pie'
'For extra fifty cents you can get two gatorades'
'I don't give a fuck if you give me fifty gatorades all I want is one fucking Gatorade'
I don't give a fuck about your everyday rewards
I'm trying not to spew all over your floor
Hungover midmorning
Servo Run
Bleary eyed, battling
Servo Run
Knock back the Gatorade, electrolytes are for
Sorting out the twenty cans you drank the night before
Now you're cutting four odd inches from your neighbors hose
It's getting shorter every month and honestly it shows
Windin' your way down on Baker Street
The Gatorade sax playing tunes so sweet
Melt a couple holes for the shotty and the pipe
Cone piece in and it's starting to look right
An affordable solution, I'm not made of cash
I sourced a dirty thirty from the local open house
Windin' your way down on Baker Street
The Gatorade sax playing tunes so sweet
