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art morera – boxes lyrics

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one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten

this is the last one and then i’m good to go

(counting continues)

here, just count at all and make sure it’s all there and hurry up we gotta wrap this up

it’s starting to rain too, good… rain is good rain is good. yo they are out here tonight though man. oh sh+t, hold on. all right, are you done? all right, let’s go

it’s like a windshield full of raindrops
wipe the tears til the pain stops
be a ray of light when it’s gray up top
they tried to take my spot, that’s a grave hop
i was a ghost in redway a lot
they have a post office no mailbox in my name though, just palе cops
and everything closes at 8 o’clock
so drivе slow, because they’ll watch your headlights make their way up the block then creep behind you in plain sight with no lights on like it’s daylight, no aesop
pay them no mind, they can tell if you’re nervous from the way you drive
if you smell like herb you might pay the price, just saying guys i’mma pray for ya
if you know, you know i couldn’t make this up
just take my word for it because you know i can’t say too much
missouri did me dirty but i got 30 for 30 and it’s half off of my probation, til when april come
keep playing dumb then let’s say i’m gonna have to

write directions down on a piece of paper cuz there’s no reception
went from lose yourself, mom’s spaghetti, to a spaghetti western
fillin these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
even mexican homies would call us
“en este lugar no puedes usar mapas, ayúdame a llenar estas cajas, somos hermanos para la raza.”
ya tu sabes
“¡andale, gracias!”
d+mnit…
it’s busy tonight, right? way more than usual, heh… alright, you ready?

look
when the streets are wet on a steep hill we switched to a lower gear and we crept
on the side of a mountain it’s already narrow but now it’s muddy too when we could slip
f+cking fall to our deaths, no one will ever know
we ain’t supposed to be here to begin with
but after you’ve done it a dozen times or so, them same roads ain’t even sh+t
rain sleet hail snow
can’t say i’ve never been to h+ll before
f+ck the police you ain’t gonna tail me hoe
i could hear my grandmother yelling “¡mijo!”
let me call her up on my telephone, tell her i’m home
she was on my mind in a zone where i still had a little signal
hate lying to her probably grew a real big nose
where i’m at you gotta

write directions down on a piece of paper cuz there’s no reception
went from lose yourself, mom’s spaghetti, to a spaghetti western
fillin these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
need your help man, filling these boxes
even mexican homies would call us
“en este lugar no puedes usar mapas, ayúdame a llenar estas cajas, somos hermanos para la raza.”
ya tu sabes
“¡andale, gracias!”
alright, just making sure that everything’s in here. you got everything right?
alright gentlemen, was a pleasure doing business with you. thank you



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