Dealers of God - To The Evening Dealer

At the service station
A man Approaches
Holding Fuel
I can see it
In his hands
I'm exhaling
Brutal sighs of relief
And he comes
The evening dealer...
(Motherfucker)
Yeah, yeah
Makin' my life
Makin' my life work out through rhymes
Innovation
Revelation
Talkin' 'bout lations
Trials and tribu-
Shit
Give us the crack
I won't send it back
I'll give it to my people who will smoke up the stack
Freebasing coke
(What are you doing)
In the library
(Can I see some ID)
Off the spine
Of a dictionary
(Do I need to call security)
Everlasting journey searchin' for that green
Need a good feed, smoke up, let's eat
Hit up the Kebab joint on smith street
Give us the crack
I won't send it back
I'll give it to my people who will smoke up the stack)
At the liquor land rackin' all the stock
Last time I went there cops told me to stop
I won't let up
Even if I'm locked up
Got big guns, beans, beams and Glocks
White got me tickin'
Just like a clock
Rolex watch but I can't read fuckin' analogue
Everyday
Take it down
Take it down
That's the way
That's how I like it
(Talkin' bout' trials and tribu-
Lations!)
Makin' my life
Makin' my life work out through rhymes
(Ronald Reagan on a bitch!)
Get those trees
The evening dealer
This man
Defines my life,
Purpose, and meaning
Evening

Written by:
Adam Schefflan, Ben Fitchett, Jarvis Halfpenny, Dealers of God

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