[Verse 1: Emo-rap male MC, raw and cracked over a clean guitar loop and booming 808] Fifteen years of Thursdays in the garage off of Pine Me and Dutch and Benny, Sal, and Eddie, every time Eddie always cheated and we always let it slide Eddie always lost it all and laughed until he cried Then in April Eddie's heart just quit on him inside his truck At a red light on the bypass with the radio turned up And we buried him on Tuesday, and on Thursday we all came 'Cause nobody knew what else to do but show up for the game [Hook: Emo-rap male MC, full 808, guitar loop, hard snare] Deal him in, every Thursday, five cards down At the seat by the fridge where his laugh used to bounce around Man, we can't deal with it, so we deal him in Every hand he never touches, he still finds a way to win [Verse 2: Emo-rap male MC, harder, voice breaking on the bars] Dutch said deal him five face down and leave 'em where they lay At the end of night we flip 'em, see if Eddie gets to play If his cards can beat the winner, then the winner don't collect It goes in an envelope for Jessie, for the college that she picked And the first night Eddie's cards were two pair, beat my sevens flat Second Thursday he had a flush and Benny cussed and threw his hat Man, alive he couldn't win a hand to save his sorry life Now he's beatin' us from heaven, and I cry about it twice [Bridge: Emo-rap male MC, five-card flip, one hit for every card turned, the fifth is a full-band crash] Flip one, it's a king, and the garage goes quiet Flip two, it's a king, Benny says don't try it Flip three, it's a king, and my hands start shakin' Flip four, flip five, it's a full house, and the whole room's breakin' [Verse 3: Emo-rap male MC, full band, holdin' it together] By the next April that envelope was thick as a phone book Jessie's first year paid in full, and she came by to take a look Walked into the garage on a Thursday in his flannel and his cap Sat down in his chair and set the envelope down in her lap Said y'all been payin' for my school with a dead man's hand Then she shuffled like her father, cheated like him, and we let it stand 'Cause that chair was never empty, it was savin' her a place And she took it, and she cheated, and she beat me to my face [Hook: Emo-rap male MC, full 808, guitar loop, hard snare] Deal him in, every Thursday, five cards down At the seat by the fridge where his laugh used to bounce around Man, we can't deal with it, so we deal him in Every hand he never touches, he still finds a way to win [End]
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