(women scream) Call an ambulance!
Now you see why I didn't call an ambulance.
I want back in the game. This could actually work.
These contacts are comfortable with me.
You show up and start asking questions, they'll get nervous.
You said that there was no one here besides you
- when Logan OD'd, right? - That's right.
You pull it off, we'll bring you on full-time.
(grunts)
- Front me a key. - You got one day to bring me $12,000.
Buy this key, and I will bring you another one tomorrow.
AUNT LOUIE: You wanna talk to your daddy?
Just drive the fucking car.
NINA SIMONE: Birds flyin' high You know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me, yeah
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
Ooh
And I'm feelin' good
(women screaming and shouting indistinctly)
WOMAN: Alejandro! Alejandro! Oh, my God.
(gunshots)
Fish in the sea You know how I feel
River runnin' free You know how I feel
Blossom on the tree You know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life For me
And I'm feelin' good
Dragonfly out in the sun
You know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done That's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world For me
Yeah, yeah (crying)
Stars when you shine, you know how I feel
Scent of the pine, you know how I feel
Oh, freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life
For me
(scatting)
I'm feelin' good
(engine starts)
(engine revs)
(water splashes)
(groans)
(grunts)
(turns on tap)
(turns off tap) Good morning.
After the meeting, we have to find a new stash house.
What's wrong with this one?
Uh, it's too understated.
I'd like to find something flashier.
We have two deals to make today,
weapons arriving tomorrow.
- We don't have time to... - This isn't a discussion.
We're out of here after the meeting tonight.
(glass clinks)
-You should have a bump. (taps packet)
I'm serious. Straighten you right out.
(sets down glass)
I don't think showing up high to Avi Benhamou's house
would be strategically sound.
Well, like, I said, I don't think you should show up at all.
All right, look, I gotta run some errands.
So wait an hour, pack up the rest, and then, uh,
meet me at that parking garage on Sunset, behind Carney's.
Where you going?
You know what place I mean? Yellow train?
One hour.
(engine turns off)
(speaks indistinctly)
You're late.
You have my cash?
(bag unzips)
Fuck is this? I sent you in there to take money, not family photos.
Where is it, Oso? Mm?
I'll give you the money when I feel safe.
Safe from what?
The kind of man who steals from his own father.
Gustavo, we weren't stealing the money...
-Pedro! Pedro, put the gun down. (speaks Spanish)
- Stop it! You want the money? - Yeah, I want the fucking money.
If you kill him, we're never gonna see it.
I'm gonna put holes in him until he gives it up.
Pedro, look at me. Can you come talk to me, please? Please.
- Pedro, Pedro, look at me. - (Speaks Spanish)
Stop. Put the gun down. What are you doing?
He's fucking threatening us.
We've had this conversation, I know.
Yeah. So what? (speaking Spanish)
Get in your car and go.
You're never gonna get it back now.
(bag thuds) So just get in.
Okay. Fine.
You sure you got this?
Yes. Just calm down. (car door opens)
(sirens wailing in distance)
(scoffs) Yeah, whatever.
(engine starts)
(gravel crunches)
(tires squeal)
(car door closes) Can you feel it?
(car door opens)
Can you feel it?
Ooh, yeah, can you feel it?
I can feel it
(man screaming in distance)
(man inhales sharply)
(water splashing lightly)
(inhales sharply) Ah. You didn't even think to call...
(sniffs) Give me a heads up?
- You said you don't have a phone. - Of course I have a phone.
It's not that I don't have a phone.
(liquor pours, Avi sniffs, glass cap clatters)
It's just that I don't like talking business over the phone.
You know why? (sniffs)
(man continues screaming in distance) - Someone could be listening?
- AVI: And then what happens? - ALEJANDRO: You get caught.
- And then what? - You go to jail.
No, you go to fucking prison. So I don't want you to call.
I want you to do things exactly the way we said they would be done...
so you don't have to call. (sniffs)
- Uh, I'm sorry. What was that? - What?
-That noise. (screaming continues in distance)
(speaks Hebrew)
(man shouting indistinctly in distance)
(door opens, gun cocks) - What the fuck?!
Strip.
I was told you didn't want to be known.
"Alejandro, I wanna meet your partner."
"No, Avi, you cannot meet my partner.
My partner doesn't wanna be met."
I said, "Okay. Alejandro here... he parties.
He's legit. He makes me feel safe and warm and fuzzy inside."
You show up, all nifty and shifty.
And nervous.
Okay, so I... if I'm shifty, it's 'cause it sounds like
there's somebody giving birth back there.
And you're trying to get me naked at gunpoint.
So I know you wear no wire in your ass crack.
Listen, if it makes you feel any better, we'll all strip.
And then we're gonna sit here like a bunch of faggots
while you explain why you suddenly need to be here
to conduct our business.
Take off your clothes, everybody.
What are you waiting for?
All right. Come on!
Turn around. Show me your ass.
Show me your fucking ass! (door rattles)
MAN: Avi! (coughs)
- (speaking Hebrew) - What happened to him?
(shouting in Hebrew)
Do you see how dark that is? That means that he's bleeding internally.
- So now you're a fucking doctor?! - No. He needs one.
(men arguing in Hebrew) - Just be quiet.
Get the fuck outta here!
- I... We need to make this deal, Avi. - No, fuck!
We need to make this deal, Avi. When should we come back?
I'll call you.
-Get out! (men continue arguing in Hebrew)
(boxers grunting)
(speaks Spanish)
- Mm-hmm. - That's quite the smell.
I don't have that kind of time. Wanna be more specific?
Who did I kill?
(men speaking indistinctly)
And he works for Ramiro, Pedro's father.
Did you and Pedro set me up?
- Why would we do that? - I don't know.
Why would Pedro rob his own father?
I already told you, Oso. We weren't stealing the money.
(scoffs) The plan was to borrow it, flip the product,
put it back before Ramiro ever knew it was missing.
What product? Hmm? Not marijuana.
You know, Pedro told me you didn't talk much.
Was he wrong, or do I just bring something out of you?
We said if you pulled this off, we'd bring you on full-time.
- And even though you fucked up... - I fucked up?
- That offer still stands. - I fucked up, Lucia?
Oso, I'm gonna give you access to everything.
Our suppliers, our stash house, our product.
You'd betray your own family for money?
Por que?
MAN: Gustavo.
Quit.
- I can't. - Tell him you quit.
In two months, you can buy this place,
let anyone you want train for free.
You'll be a hero.
(men arguing in Hebrew)
- Hello? - (shouting in Hebrew)
(shouting in Hebrew continues)
- AVI: Yuda... - (shouting in Hebrew)
- Yuda. - The door was unlocked.
Not a good time. Go away.
But I got your money.
(men arguing in Hebrew)
- I got your money. - What?
- What, you actually did it? - Screw his money now!
Screw your mother, motherfucker!
I can see you in some shit right now,
so if it's all good, I'll just take a couple keys and go.
- Why? You want more? - Ain't that how it work?
I do good, I get more opportunity.
(slaps face)
(man speaks Hebrew)
Yeah.
(speaks in Hebrew)
Yeah.
But I'm going to need you to do something for me first.
Okay, so if you get pulled over,
tell 'em that you're... you're the chauffeur or something.
Use that silver tongue of yours. All right?
Now whatever happens... Whatever happens...
I do not want police in this house.
Do you understand?
- Uh-huh. - (speaks Hebrew)
- (man speaks Hebrew) - (speaks Hebrew)
What about the keys?
-Nah, I meant the coke. (man groaning)
You want the cocaine inside the car with you?
I thought you're smarter than this.
Come back after that. I'll give it to you then...
my Rolls intact.
And, Franklin,
I'm giving you a wondrous responsibility here...
The chance to save a life.
(keys jangle) - Don't fuck it up.
(tires screech)
(brakes screech)
WOMAN: Oh, my God. Get a gurney.
(tires squeal) I got you.
(brakes screech) (engine turns off)
Why are you intent on making this harder than it has to be?
That guy's a lunatic.
We shouldn't be doing business with him.
(siren wailing in distance)
(car door closes) - Hey. Hey! (whistles)
I had him under control until you showed up.
(scoffs) You know, things between Logan and I
were working because he trusted me.
- Okay. - Stop lying to me.
What is this? I don't know what this is.
It's a woman's earring. I found it near Logan's body.
Okay. Tell me, what do you think happened?
I don't know. You...
You told me that you and Logan were alone when he OD'd, right?
Yeah.
But there was blood all over that house.
And then I found this and blond hair. So yeah, I'm thinking...
maybe Logan was with a girl... Or girls... when he OD'd.
Somebody panicked. Maybe they wanted to call an ambulance or something,
and you did what you thought you had to do to salvage the op.
You think I killed some girl?
- Do you know how that sounds? - No, please, tell me.
- Crazy. - No.
- Paranoid, like you don't know... - No. No. This is not...
- ...what's right and what's... - This is not in my head.
And you need to get control of yourself,
because the Mexicans are coming to the house at 10:00.
So either show up calm and clear, ready to make a deal, or stay away.
(sniffs)
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
I get more than 24 hours this time?
Don't push it.
Just out of curiosity... (zips up bag)
...who'd you find to take off that kilo off your hands?
My fairy godmother.
(chuckles)
Smart-ass kid.
(engine starts)
Don't get yourself killed on that bike!
Then I'll never see my fucking money!
(engine revving)
(motorcycle approaching) - Boo!
(children shouting playfully) - What? Y'all can't say hello?
(kickstand drops)
(sighs deeply)
WOMAN ON TV: No, David, what have you done?
(spoon clatters)
(man speaking indistinctly)
WOMAN: I told you never to come to this house again.
MAN: Cut the act. Nobody can hear us.
(TV continues indistinctly)
'Sup, Aunt Lou?
Hey.
You don't look too good.
- WOMAN: What are we supposed to do? - MAN: In case of what?
You testing my patience, boy.
I should whup your ass for getting her involved with this shit.
- He ain't put no gun to my head. - It won't happen again.
And I ain't even here on all that.
Bought a bike. I can't leave it at my place.
- You can leave it here. - Can't leave it here.
You see the messes you bring up in my house?
Had my shit on lock, man.
Jerome, out of pocket bitches screaming on the front porch.
Who really bringing the mess here?
-Bitch, who is you? (car door closes)
- Who am I? - Aw, damn. Damn.
JEROME: Who you poppin' up in your face for?
- You need to calm down. - Naw, I ain't calming nothin' down.
Supposed to help her move somebody.
- Hold this for me. - Don't want her to see my face.
- CISSY: Y'all here? - Hold my...
- Hell, naw. - Please...
- Unh-unh. No. - Y'all here?
What you two doing?
- Nothing. - Chillin'.
You was gonna stand me up?
Uh, I was just about to come home.
Well, come on then. You puttin' me behind.
Where's Louie?
She in her room. She ain't feeling too good.
Probably sick 'cause you got that motorcycle.
Don't you know that thing is death on two wheels?
(TV playing indistinctly)
Yeah. I just love 'em too much.
You just love trouble too much.
Tell her I brought her dish back. Come on, Franklin.
(screen door closes)
(Union's "Strike" playing) Patty cake, patty cake...
(indistinct conversations)
To be, to do
Young dirty...
Fine example you settin' for your boy, kicking old women outta their home.
Teaching him what happens, you don't pay your rent.
- (chuckles) Good riddance. - Roaches'd complain if they could.
- Place oughta be condemned. - That's the last of it.
- Suck my titties, boy. - Hey!
Act right or I'm-a call the sheriffs.
We can go now?
I'm gonna strike
You know what? Not yet.
What else you got up there, Ms. Perkins? Let's go see.
But don't let me find out
That you're out on a date
I'll give you one more
- (Coughs) - What do you think you're doin'?
Open that grate right there.
Reach in and tell me what you find.
- For real? - Mm-hmm.
(dog barking in distance)
Best not be no rat trap up in here.
Oh, there isn't.
(grate unlocks)
- What the hell? - You snake.
- That ain't mine. - Chicken milk bomb.
Milk and raw chicken left in the heating duct.
Sit there long enough, it'll be damn near toxic.
Ain't that right, Ms. Perkins?
- Yeah, I don't know nothin' about that. - Uh-huh.
(chuckles) You trippin'. (horn honks)
What is he doing here?
To do her dirty work
Hi.
Hello.
- Cissy. - I wasn't expecting you.
And Franklin. What a nice surprise. Good to see you, son.
So, um, how's it going here?
Um, we're just about done, sir. Uh, sir.
MRS. PERKINS: That's right.
Let your little house nigga finish doing your dirty for you.
Hey, I think it's time you went ahead and got going, ma'am.
All these years, people been calling your rich ass.
- CISSY: Ms. Perkins... - Leaks. Bad electrical.
- Ms. Perkins, what did I tell you? - Fucked up plumbing!
I didn't come here to argue with you!
Now you show?! To see me thrown out?!
- Well, I ain't going! - Just give us back and get going!
- I told you about that. - You shut up! I'm not talking to you!
- Go ahead. Call the Sheriff. - Ms. Perkins!
Let him see how you got these people living!
Ma'am, you're trespassing!
Ronald, please, let me handle this, okay?
- Well, then handle it. - I'm going to.
- I don't want a fucking riot out here. - Today is to be a day of reckoning!
Oh, my God!
- I'm gonna get your ass... - White motherfucker!
(shouting indistinctly) You need to get out right...
Leave!
Go!
(cheering)
(indistinct shouting)
Go back to your homes! Come on now!
(metal rattling)
(thud)
Hey, it's McDonald.
Yeah, I'm good. Yeah, listen, um,
I'm looking for a warehouse space.
1,000 square feet minimum in an industrial area
where trucks coming and going wouldn't draw too much attention.
And if it's close to Hawthorne, that would be ideal.
No, I don't... I don't give a shit about that.
I do need an outside line, though.
Yeah. Uh, 24 hours. Less if you can.
Okay. Yep. Thank you.
(receiver clatters)
That chicken milk bomb... Woman had an arm on her, too.
CISSY: I thought she was gonna put it right through Tulf's window.
Yeah, I wish she had.
Hey. Man signs my checks. Show some respect.
- Stop eatin' my onion rings! - (sighs)
I just wish you didn't have to deal with those crazy folks all day.
They're not crazy, just desperate.
-Mm. (chair scrapes)
Can I know why you were at Jerome's today?
I need a reason to see family?
You know me and my brother done come a long way,
and I done worked hard to love Louie,
but I don't want you spending so much time over there.
- Come on, Mom. - I know you heard it before.
And I also know you're plenty smart.
So you understand if I'm saying it, I must mean it.
(sighs and kisses)
That your way of asking to be excused?
May I be excused?
Mm.
(onion ring crunches)
(door closes)
You wanna stop leaving your things all over the place, baby?
(chuckles) My bad. Thank you.
- What do you have in there any... - Um...
Oh, come on, Franklin. (scoffs) Kitchen's only two steps away, man.
(dishes clatter)
- What do you got in that bag? - Nothing.
Hoodie, Henry Ford book, bunch of stuff.
I like reading, too, you know.
Oh. I know you like reading. Henry Ford?
(laughs)
(chuckles)
(dog barking in distance)
(door creaks) Saw Pops last night.
- Where? - On Western.
- He all right? - Tough to say.
Thanks for the plates.
(chuckles)
(intercom beeps, line rings)
(line clicks) ALEJANDRO: Who is this?
-Lucia Villanueva. (gates whirring)
(speaks Spanish)
(shifts gears)
(front door opens)
ALEJANDRO: So you bring this guy in this place?
LUCIA: Besides Pedro, Gustavo's the most trusted man I have.
You'll be dealing a lot with him, so I'd be really nice.
(speaks Spanish)
- Pasen por aqui. Sientanse. - Gracias.
So? Where's Logan?
Uh... there was an accident a few days ago. Logan OD'd.
You're telling me Logan's dead?
- Well... - Hey. You started the party without me.
I'm Reed Thompson. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Villanueva.
Who the fuck are you, the replacement white boy?
- I, uh, I was a friend of Logan's. - He never mentioned you.
Yeah, I asked to be a silent partner.
So obviously, things have changed.
I was told to expect Pedro.
But from everything I've heard about Pedro,
you don't seem like... Pedro.
Gustavo.
Okay.
Gustavo. Uh, it's nice to meet you.
- Uh, would you care for a drink? - No.
Okay. Uh, again,
I'm... I'm very, very sorry about Logan.
I know that this must come as a shock.
Are you gonna use Logan's death as an excuse to fuck with me
and change the terms of our arrangement?
ALEJANDRO: No.
Are you gonna act like an asshole and be difficult to deal with?
W... Uh... Well, no. I mean, I hadn't planned on it.
Then you have nothing to be sorry for.
(clears throat)
Can we get on with this deal?
(sniffs) And the money?
(thud)
You wanna count it?
Not if you say we don't have to.
You wanna sample the product?
Not if you say we don't have to.
Two weeks...
you'll be ready to purchase another 25 keys?
No problem.
We'll be in contact then.
- It is nice to meet you. - You, too. Oso.
Both of you.
(door opens)
(exhales deeply) (door closes)
(sniffs) So, uh, what do you know about her?
I know that she can pay, which is all that I care about.
Okay, I, uh, I found us a new stash house.
It's closer to Hawthorne. So that's where we're gonna do business
from now on. Count that. I'll be back with the other half soon.
Oh, wait, wait, wait. You're going to Avi's?
-Alone? (Teddy exhales deeply)
How you think that's going to work?
(Marino's "Que no se apague el fuego" plays)
Que no se apague el fuego
(song continues in Spanish)
This way.
(song continues in distance)
(door creaks)
(speaking Spanish)
- Si. - Uh-huh.
(woman speaks Spanish)
LUCIA: 25 kilos. Roughly 55 pounds.
880 ounces.
25,000 grams.
Cut modestly, still purer than anything coming over the border.
And at $100 a gram, a better value, as well.
Dealers get 10%, processors $1,000 a day to buy silence and loyalty.
Chunk goes to the church and other miscellaneous expenditures...
plastic bags, rubber bands, scales, cash counters, fuel,
bribes for doormen, club managers,
bartenders, concierges.
Budgeted out at $10,000 a load.
There will also be breakage, free samples.
Conservatively, another 50 to 100 grams per shipment.
After all expenses,
Oso, those 25 kilos could net us just under $2.1 million.
(door opens)
Where have you been? I was trying your place. I couldn't get ahold of you.
I've been with my father all day, trying to keep him calm.
Guess it went smooth?
Mostly. You're not gonna believe what happened to Logan.
Tell me on the way. They called a meeting.
They're wondering where you've been.
- (speaks Spanish) - No, no, no... (speaks Spanish)
Gustavo can watch them.
Yeah. Whatever.
(sighs)
AVI: Okay, okay, put the money.
(knocks on door) (shouting in Hebrew)
-Whoo-hoo-hoo! (shouts indistinctly)
-Put the money! (speaks Hebrew)
Okay, okay, okay!
Wah!
(men shouting indistinctly)
(upbeat music plays)
(laughing)
(speaks Hebrew)
Ahh! Ohh!
- Oh, you came back. - How's your man doing?
- Apparently, he'll live. - Wow. That's good to hear.
So what now? (sniffs)
You apologize? You beg for my forgiveness?
Tell me your life story so I believe that you're legit?
No, this is the part where I tell you that we're not doing business together,
but good luck to you.
Stop.
What, you...
don't wanna do business with me?
Look, I am a simple, reasonable man.
I just wanna do business with other simple, reasonable men.
- I'm a simple, reasonable man. - Wait. You're a lunatic.
- I'm eccentric. - You're paranoid.
- I'm cautious. - Okay, so... you didn't frisk me.
You didn't ask me a single question.
You stuck a gun in my face and you told me
your were gonna shoot me unless I stripped naked.
You got me nervous. I didn't know who you are.
Besides, it's a lot of product we're talking about here.
Okay. So if you're feeling nervous,
what we do is we sit down and we talk things through,
like adults, which I'd have been happy to do.
But what you don't do is put a gun in my face
and tell me you're gonna shoot me unless I get naked.
Mm.
Well, I'm trying to apologize here, but you rub it in my face.
- Now who's unreasonable? - No, no, you haven't apologized.
I'm sorry.
I still don't trust you.
See, I think you still got some of that Louis XIII left.
So why don't you pour us both a drink?
We'll sit down and we'll talk things through,
see if we can't come to some understanding.
And if we can, we'll do business together.
If we can't, I'll take my product elsewhere.
No hard feelings.
Cool?
(horn honks, indistinct conversations)
MAN OVER P.A.: Number 48, chili burger with fries.
Number 53, fish and chips.
Franklin!
(laughs) See y'all.
FRANKLIN: So, um, you're just, like,
sneaking out every night now, huh?
(laughs) Daddy's working the night shift.
And you're welcome to come hang out if you want.
Uh, don't he check on you sometime?
- Sometimes. - Then I'm good.
- You really scared of him, huh? - Hell, yeah! Man.
(laughs) You didn't used to be.
Yeah, that was when we was kids.
But then you got fine, and he got psycho.
You think I'm fine?
(laughs) And it's 'cause of that, you scared of him?
- Not 'cause you selling weed now? - Pssh! What? I ain't selling no weed.
Come on, Franklin. You think I'm a fool? That I don't see things?
I don't know what you think you see, but I ain't slingin' no weed.
(unzips backpack)
(gasps) What the fuck is wrong with you?
- What is that? - Nothin'.
- Where you get it? - Go home, Mel.
- Come on, Franklin. - Go home.
For real. (zips backpack)
MAN ON TV: Derek, what's the best part of working with your wife?
DEREK: Well, you always know who's boss.
(laughter)
No. Seriously...
(TV continues playing indistinctly)
(engine starts)
(engine revving)
(indistinct conversations)
(clock ticking)
(car door opens, closes) (sighs heavily)
(car departs)
(speaks Spanish)
- Hi, Tio. - Where were you?
Ramiro.
(indistinct conversations)
(speaking Spanish)
En mi casa!
This is Javier.
Muchas gracias.
(dog barking in distance)
What a mess. (breathing heavily)
You think Ramiro's right? About Max?
The truth always comes out.
What concerns me is how much damage Ramiro will do in the meantime.
Necesitas un abrigo?
Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine. How are you feeling?
Well... your mother says I'm too skinny.
All those years on my ass about my weight,
and now I need to put some on.
She just wants to help you.
Si, Papa.
Come have dinner at the ranch this week.
(chuckles)
(engine starts)
(vehicle departs)
Your father's lost his fucking mind.
Yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you.
I mean, since when does he toss bodies across his fucking living room floor?
I can't believe you're smoking that shit right now.
We just have to patient, okay? Start the coke business up slowly...
He's not gonna stop until he knows who did this.
We can't just wait around for him to kill us.
You really think he'd do that?
Hey!
Uhh! Look here!
All my friends
My brothers and sisters
(inhaling sharply)
Well, I guess you ain't no one hit wonder after all, is you?
I got tracks for days. You just say the word.
Let me tell you somethin' about me, Franklin. I ain't about that powder.
That is just a necessary experience that I provide,
which makes my place so special.
- Of course. - Get him $30,000.
Hold up. We said $16,000 per.
Well, I thought we'd start with a nice round number first.
I'm sure there's something we can offer you here
that, uh, will ensure that you leave here feeling taken care of.
- I'm afraid there ain't. - No?
Mm.
Oh, you 'bout that money, huh?
All right then. Get him his money.
Thank you.
How's your auntie? She staying in tonight?
I can't imagine she felt too welcome after last time.
Well, she had that shit coming for days.
Well, you also held a gun to my chin.
- Oh, you sensitive. - I'm hoping this is the beginning
of a long, fruitful business relationship, Claudia.
I don't think it's too much to ask for the words
"my fault" followed by, "Shit won't happen again."
(laughs)
Your showing your youth up in here, boy.
And you showing me you're too proud to admit you was wrong.
(indistinct conversations)
Excuse me.
Jump back, uhh!
Baby, whoo! Good God
Gotta get funky now Get funky now
- Everything all right? - Yep.
-Uhh! Aw, yeah, baby -What you want me to do?
It's a shame you can't stick around. Bitches love the Candyman.
Hit me one more time!
Uhh! Good God.
Baby, hey
Aah! Hey
(humming)
(gate clanks)
(Bill Withers' "Lovely Day" plays)
(engine turns off)
Hey, who are you with?
- Whatchu mean? - You slow, nigga?
This shit seem like jokes to you? Who you with?
Ain't with nobody. I'm with me.
When I wake up in the morning, love So you thought it was okay
to slide up here and steal our best customer?!
- Shut the fuck up! - And the sunlight hurts my eyes
- Shut up! - (grunting)
And something without warning, love
Aah!
-Bears heavy on my mind -That backpack, man. That backpack.
Then I look at you
And I know it's gonna be
Yeah. (gun cocks)
A lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
Hey. Don't waste no bullets on that bitch-ass nigga.
We got the bag.
A lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
- Not yet. - (groans)
- (speaks indistinctly) - Lovely day, lovely day
When the day that lies ahead of me
This ain't Mayberry, bitch.
Seems impossible to face
When someone else instead of me
(engine starts) - Always seems to know the way
Then I look at you
And I know it's gonna be A lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
A lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
A lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
A lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
A lovely day
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day