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sandpeople - saltine cantina lyrics

[chorus: pres]
just talking bout them good old days
a warm type of place you don’t need to behave
a few drinks and i hope you get laid
and at the end of the day it’s same book different page
x2

[verse 1: mo+b]
at the saltine cantina we’re known to get rambunctious
and this is my salute to the cracky function
missile tungsten, the knowing alcoholic spent
many a morning praying to porcelain goddess
it’s a purring contest, talk sh+t and swallow spit
get blitz popped my collar and holler at a b, ah
two shots of everclea, minus the chase
what could be more death s+xy than missile tungsten’s bitter beer face?
a place where everybody knows your name
and no one but the bartenders glad that i came
the party’s off the chain and no one wants no static
in the back of the lounge video crack addict
cause i leave fat tips, especially if i’m tipsy
at the clubs with my people playing pimp by committee
and every gentleman needs a proper ass city
she loved me for my brain but i loved her for her titties

[chorus: pres]
just talking bout them good old days
a warm type of place you don’t need to behave
a few drinks and i hope you get laid
and at the end of the day it’s same book different page
x2
[verse 2: pres & mo+b]
i love the hole in the wall clubs to coax myself and
self+medicate my self esteem with top shelf
indelible souls with little egos and weightily goes
and takes god’s fingerprint out the huddle
you marvel over pine needles and blades of grass
i marvel over my reflection in a pine of paps
we never understood this life until they wanted back
and never understood the lights until it went black
(let’s ask backward)
it’s the morning after, i’m not talking s+x pill
i’m talking two gallons of water in a canister of advil
the room won’t stand still, d+mn the spins
well how much did you drink?
well that depends
are you talking before i blacked out or after work?
cause i left something in the bathroom that resembled after birth
then it’s right back to the ball, pound another slurping gurp
step out of the car son, yes sir, mis’ officer
have you drank tonight son?
none, not any
i’m just coming home from midnight mass at st. mary’s
i understand that driving tired, it is highly irresponsible
but it has nothing not a nayah to do with alcohol
i should count my lucky stars because he let me go
so it’s off the triple k with hep nuts and […]
the party’s off the rocker withmy fat ass doing cakes stands hook a bucket ass naked wearing socks and a headband
[chorus: pres]
just talking bout them good old days
a warm type of place you don’t need to behave
a few drinks and i hope you get laid
and at the end of the day it’s same book different page
x2

[outro]
it’s my beer goggles
you look like a model
could go half on a baby or half on a bottle
x2
welcome to the saltine cantina y’all
mo+b, r+r+r+redshield
and my sandpeoples in it

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