still on her doubles Lyrics, Dorian Price

still on her doubles lyrics

Verse 1

alright. look at you.
tuesday, seven-ten, toothpaste on your shirt already.
say it plain, man, nobody's in here but the faucet.
mama's leaving for her second shift while I'm out here chasing a rap dream.
there, I said it. and I cheated on the girl who believed in me first.
before the songs, before the one good show at that bar with the broken mic.
she drove me there. she paid the cover. she clapped like it was something.
and I still know her number. don't even have to look.
mama's work shoes by the door, the white ones, laces gone gray at the ends.
the bills on the fridge under that pizza magnet,
the yellow one's got a date circled twice in her handwriting.
I got three hundred listens and a beat I can't afford to finish.
she says it's fine. she always says it's fine.
says it with her hand on the doorknob, bag on her shoulder, ten minutes early.

Refrain

Still on her doubles.
Still on her doubles.

Verse 2

so what'd I do last night? I'll tell you what I did.
I wrote sixteen bars about how hard it is.
how hard it is. man, listen to yourself.
she stood on her feet nine hours, I sat on a couch in my socks.
I cheated, and I didn't have a good reason. I wish I had one.
I'd tell you she was distant or I was lonely, but no.
I was just a dude who liked being looked at.
and she found out the way you always find out, a little late and all at once.
I called her twice. then I stopped, which is the only decent thing I did.
I tell people I'm grinding. that's a nice word for it.
the truth is I slept till noon, I posted a flyer, I called it a day.
mama never said a word. she just left me the last of the coffee.
that's worse, you know that? the last of the coffee.
I'd have rather she yelled.

Refrain

Still on her doubles.
Still on her doubles.

Verse 3

okay. so here's the part I'm not proud I had to figure out.
the money I keep saying I'm after, the come-up, the big check,
it was never for me. I wanted a car. I wanted a chain. fine.
but when I picture it, really picture it, it's her shoes by the door
and nobody picking them up at four.
so I called the warehouse off Delmar. the one with the hiring sign.
the man said can you start Thursday. I said I can start today.
I'm not quitting the music. I'm just done being the only thing it costs her.
I'll write on the bus. I'll write on break. I'll write bad and then better.
and tonight when she's walking up that driveway, tired in the knees,
I'll have the plate warm and the laces tied on her good shoes.
I won't say sorry to her. I'll just be there.
she's not working that second shift. I am.
look at that. tuesday, seven-twenty, shirt's still got toothpaste on it.
leave it. go.