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And so he told me hola, the cola
Will cost about $1.20 more
He's looking spritely in the white tee
He's been cooking past midnight
Deli counter appetite
Delegated on sight
Payroll looking nice
Line seven deep
Drunk buzz on the street
The clientele is hell with a tendency to yell
But they pay him well
He said if only when they
Yelled back through the glass
They could curse like where I'm from
I think I'd like it
'Cause we'd chat shit, trade hits
Bring it back to the basics
In the same language
Moved here when he was 18
No English and no bank
But his cousin told him to show up
He could fuck around and get paid
So he started working this corner store
Only minimum wage
Now he's privatized
He's making almost 82 and change
Been 10 years and he's still here
Still flipping shit with no breaks
But his money and his fit clean
He's thinking about a chain
Wanna franchise these french fries
New York to Paraguay
He's day dreaming over midnight sauté
He said if only when they
Yelled back through the glass
They could curse like where I'm from
I think I'd like it
'Cause we'd chat shit, trade hits
Bring it back to the basics
In the same language