keno

The Lyrics

Intro

(Sound of a Keno machine beeping and printing a ticket)

(Heavy, distorted 808 bass kicks in)

Yeah…

Welcome to Newton, where the dreams go to die in a urinal.

Flay Ling, J-Rad… we’re hitting the numbers and hitting the streets.

Fuck a job, give me a parlay.

Verse 1: Flay Ling

Stale coffee and a stack of these yellow slips

I’m picking numbers while I’m watching these strippers' hips

Thirteen, twenty-four, sixty-nine—get it?

I’m a gambling fuckin’ addict and I don’t regret it.

The government grant just went into the machine

Lost it all on a "10-spot," now I’m feeling mean.

Walking down King George, looking for a cheap thrill

Found a bitch with three teeth and a prescription pill.

Chorus

Newton nights, losing money on the Keno

I’m a piece of shit, yeah, everybody know.

Hookers in the alley, burn marks on the seat

We’re the kings of the gutter, the scum of the street.

(Fuck 'em, play 'em, lose 'em!)

Verse 2: J-Rad

J-Rad in the back, I’m fucking blowing the rent

Spent five hundred on a ho, don’t know where it went.

She smelled like wet cigarettes and a dumpster fire

But when the Keno’s losing, she’s the only desire.

My eyes are bloodshot, my bank account’s dry

Trying to hit the jackpot before I fucking die.

Newton’s a shithole, a goddamn disease

Now get on your knees and earn these twenties, please.

Bridge

(Sound of a "Loser" buzzer from a gambling machine)

Another loss? Fuck!

Double down. Double down on the crack.

Double down on the ho.

Let’s go.

Outro

(Slow, distorted bass)

Newton nights…

Where the Keno’s rigged and the pussy’s cheap.

I’m going broke, baby.

(Sound of a police siren in the distance)

(Fades out with the sound of someone coughing)