Allright I used to work in a convenience store Either 11 to the 7 or the 6 to the 4 Spend the night drinking gin and selling bon on the fee Watch the cops coming in i get the freak off here Suck off all the nitrous from the whipcream can Smoking weed in the parking lot with the puertoricans I was working to keep my car on the road While they kept an eye on me through the security window Stole a lot of shit but i never got caught Got canned for showing up late a lot Wowowow convenience store I dont work for you nomore Wowowow convenience store I dont work for you nomore No more selling sigarettes or mopping up the floor Flip the sign close and im straight out the door You know i lived in a closet And i lived in a van I been the guy in the living room sleeping over there Lived on foodstamps and bottle returns Dragged so damn much that my ass got burned But im comming up, You know im comming up Man you know you're bound to fail if you try to set me up Used to play rock in a one off town Get so damn trashed that i'd fall on the ground Buying fourties with the money from last nights show Just sitting on the backboards staring out the screen window Wowow mister destitution I get so sick im hanging out with you yeah Wowow mister destitution I get so sick im hanging out with you yeah No more nickel clipping off our finger discount No more bottle in the back pocket as im walking out Wowowow convenience store **fade out starts** I dont work for you nomore Wowowow convenience store I dont work for you nomore Wowowow convenience store **fade out ends**Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
