Stumbling Home from Storhoi's Bar - Stacey Sanders

Midnight confessions Whiskey therapy sessions Buying drinks to buy some time Beneath the stained glass neon lights While the bartender listens As long as you're tippin' It's a place to heal and a place to hurt After a long week of hell it's like Sunday at church You'll hear dirty jokes and the gospel truth The jukebox choir singing in a corner booth We're here every weekend, bring your burdens, bring your pain Everybody's welcome at the church of the dive bar saints Yeah Well the bartop's been baptized In spilled beer and cheap wine Oooh, this congregation doesn't judge But they take your keys if you've had too much They got your back here That's why we keep coming back here It's a place to heal and a place to hurt After a long week of hell it's like Sunday at church You'll hear dirty jokes and the gospel truth The jukebox choir singing in the corner booth We're here every weekend, bring your burdens, bring your pain Everybody's welcome at the church of the dive bar saints Yeah, the Dive Bar Saints Oh that marquee shines like a beacon of hope Come find your second chance in that second-hand smoke It's a place to heal and a place to hurt After a long week of hell it's like Sunday at church (Hallelujah) You'll hear dirty jokes and the gospel truth The jukebox choir singing in the corner booth We're here every weekend, bring your burdens, bring your pain Everybody's welcome at the church (everybody's welcome at the church) Yeah everybody's welcome to the church of the dive bar saints Yeah, the Dive Bar Saints Everybody's welcome at the church Of the Dive Bar Saints

Twenty, twenty, twenty, 21st Holla At Us! Woo! Huh? Hahaha! J-A-Y! We gone slide and step My nigga Rev on my left Aye It's 21st bitch ain't nothing else! Give me the drop on the opps What's the ETA? We get niggas gone They gone meet God if we see em play These niggas broke They sit around hoping we see em hate But they don't want smoke Cause my niggas sliding like GTA My niggas sliding like Bitch I'm a don I ain't talking bout Teflon (Uh-huh!) I used to dream about living like this Now I'm that nigga you hate that you slept on (Yeah!) Get in my way and get stepped on Ran up some bands, now my stress gone (I ran it up!) Been having shit since a jit I can't trip when a check blown I can't go out like a lick So the clip on this mother fucking tec long You can get hit with a right, but my left strong (MINK!) We spinning shit like a mother-fucking DJ Price on his head if it's smoke My hitters gone hunt til the mission complete, CJ Word to the families I get to the green Ain't no money in that he say or she say I always look out for my team I remember the nights we was splitting meals three ways nigga! So how could I ever be fake? One thing my mama know about her son is that I make shit happen Whenever I need to, I bet I make the scene shake You can stay on that side and see how far it'll take you Niggas you calling yo brother will snake you San Andreas showed me how shit'll feel when yo rider betray you nigga! Give me the drop on the opps What's the ETA? We get niggas gone They gone meet God if we see em play These niggas broke They sit around hoping we see em hate But they don't want smoke Cause my niggas sliding like GTA We get niggas gone They gone meet God if we see em play These niggas broke They sit around hoping we see em hate Give me the drop on the opps What's the ETA? They don't want smoke Cause my niggas sliding like GTA Huh?