Summer lot, half empty, same three faces in the back

'98 on the deck, Scarface dragging, cup going slack

Six-foot-three in dark denim, rings on every hand

Ash tray got three roaches, fourth one already canned

Tanqueray in the flask, ice gave out around two

Elbow out the window, nothing left to get into

Same spot since June started, same slow heat on the roof

Four deep, dark tint, nobody asking for proof

We just posted in that lot

Ain't moved since noon

Posted in that lot

Ain't got nothing to prove

They pull up, get the nod, don't say more than that

Blunt passed left, cup passed right, all the way to the back

Nobody running late, nobody running their mouth

Same Cadillac, same corner, same slow drag going south

Scarface still bumping when the second blunt come through

Lot don't change, sun don't ask, nothing left to do

We just posted in that lot

Ain't moved since noon

Posted in that lot

Ain't got nothing to prove

Same lot

Same cup

Same four

That's it