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Yeah, nickels please Yeah can I get a Heineken? Thank you World cup on the flat screen silent Chips stacked up like a castle on an island (Stacked) Mustard colored nickels, winning so I'm feeling like I'm all that A bag of chips plus a couple pickles Aroma of tobacco in the chamber As the slot machines babble out in eastern Pennsylvania I started out with two Franklin's, I'm up to eight but Old Asian lady next to me too much makeup I look away, never envision the wheel But my number kept falling like drunk b*t*hes in heels (Twenty nine) See I don't change, I always stay the same Since this Russian chick in Cleveland told me it's the Devil's game I had past bummers but made cash from it Since last summer betting only black numbers Today's no different, so I'm sticking with it (Sticking with it) Black 29, hit twice, magnificent I shoulda colored out but kept playing like a idiot Castle started crumbling, I'm playing just the minimum Two, red kept falling like a bloodbath Down to just a hundred so I'm plotting on a comeback Dude sits next to me, he lights a Camel Exhales the smoke in my face and on my flannel What kind of douche motherf**ker is this? So I'm plotting on his death as I pepper my chips
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