Jonathan Wyman - The Art of Storytelling, Part 2 lyrics

[Hook] Let me take you to the corner of the game Where the sinners all win and the saints feel pain Where there's no umbrella in the rain Where there's no umbrella in the rain Let me take you to the corner of the game Where the sinners all win and the saints feel pain Where there's no umbrella in the rain Where there's no umbrella in the rain [Verse] Meanwhile, nearby on the almanac Two stoners, John and Pat, parked the Hyundai Next to Subway and the laundromat, stepping out the whip With weed smoke, fog enveloped both kids Baggy pants, long-haired D-bags Reached in the JanSport, pulled out the ski masks Xbox and pop were their enjoyment But since John got fired, neither had employment And all their homies were going to Montreal To get drunk and go to strip clubs, they wanna be involved But, dollars, they got like nine combined And they had dabbled in crime from time to time It had started out small but in the end it was mean At first they were breaking into vending machines But then they graduated to the crime they're 'bout to commit And they pulled the stolen blue bike out of the whip They got drunk, playing Call of Duty till the break of dawn And they had stolen it at 3 AM up off their neighbor's lawn It was a piece of cake, time to seize the day And they knew the jackpot's a thousand feet away You see John had worked at Hannaford's and he got caught on camera Stealing, by his manager but he wasn't no amateur He saw what time they took their money over to the Bank of America So they timed their arrival for reprisals Sure enough, four on the dot The blue envelope with the zipper on top In the hand of hers, stepped out of Hannaford The one who fired John, that b**h manager Pat peddled to the bank spot With the license plate below the seat still labeled "TANKGOD" He rolled on her, before she could react And said, "Give me the money!" in a Bulgarian accent She tried to run but he was quick with the grip Grabbed her arm, pulled a knife, said, "Do you want to die b**h?" She didn't, she pulled the envelope and sprinted Saw the blue bike with the inscription up in her vision And she called it in, and she reported it fast She was shaking in her boots, according to Pat He went back to the Hyundai, threw the bike in the trunk They drove off in the sun rays, laughing John drove fast, Pat counted the loot It was $6000, the amount of it too Then they got some new water to put in the bong And left the bike and the empty envelope back on the foreigner's lawn And went to f**ing Canada and never got caught, ever