LYRIC FOR SALE

By That Beach Sound Cartel

[Verse 1]

It was pushin’ four in the mornin’
Alone at the roulette wheel again,
Me, the dude that spins the ball
And a lady sweepin’.

I’d been there all damn night,
Luck was ridin’ shotgun then,
A couple thousand to the good,
Figured I’d cash my chips and win.

They paid me in purple five hundreds,
Four of them in my hand,
Couple black chips left over,
Didn’t have no other plans.

[Verse 2]

I stuffed them purples in my pocket,
Started thinkin’ ’bout my bed,
Looked down at them two black chips
And a crazy thought jumped in my head.

I tossed ’em both on Fifteen Black,
No split, no hedge, no spread,
Halfway standin’ from my chair
Already gone inside my head.

[Chorus]

Fifteen Black…

One last spin before I leave.

Fifteen Black…

Funny what you’re bound to believe.

Sometimes luck’ll kiss you,
Sometimes she’ll just grin,

Sometimes she makes you think you’ve won…
Before she spins again.

[Verse 3]

The wheel went round in circles,
Ball was dancin’ wild and free,
Hit the rail above the pockets,
Looked like destiny to me.

Then it stopped behind Fifteen,
Close enough to make me shout,
Seven thousand dollars richer…
Or so I thought.

I was dancin’ like a fool,
Ready to buy the house a drink,
Then the dealer shook his head
And changed every damn thing.

[Verse 4]

“Sorry sir, that’s a mis-roll.”

Like it was no big thing,
I said, “Get somebody over here,
We need to talk before you spin.”

I was fixin’ to raise some hell,
About to cause a scene,
But he smiled cold as Vegas marble
Like he’d seen it all before.

Then he grabbed that little ball
And sent it flyin’ once more.

[Bridge]

I was mad enough to leave,
Mad enough to raise some hell,
Mad enough to tell the whole damn casino
Exactly how I felt.

Then the ball slowed down…

And the room got still…

[Final Chorus]

Fifteen Black…

One last spin before I go.

Fifteen Black…

Lord, if that ain’t how it goes.

That little white ball rolled clean and easy,
Dropped right where it oughta been,

And I just stood there laughin’…
When it landed on Fifteen.

[Outro]

Four in the mornin’…

One lady with a broom…

And Fifteen Black…

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