Man. They got him in the office again, man. Yeah, I know. He's been in there for an hour already. And ya know, I kinda feel bad for the guy. Damn, what do you mean. The fucker clocks in drunk. Man, it's his wife and kids; that's who you need to feel sorry for. Yeah, I know. And ya know, what are they gonna do if he loses another job. Fuckin' alcy. Fuckin' pothead. He owes me $5 anyway.
Verse 1:
On my way to the job Drunk than a bitch I'm late for work again Damn, boss goin' have a fit He said, "This shit been going on For just too damn long I need to go and find some help Or take my drunk ass home" And I really don't wanna quit Because see then I can't sit Up on my ass and smoke my grass from unemployment checks And I admit, when I wake up I hit the drank, I blow up But in back of the job I don't bother noone I stay strictly to myself Co-workers know I be blowed So they say my production is throwed And I'm not carrying my load So I go, and share my problems With my friends who be Just as high as I As they pass the doobie to me Who we be, fucked up fool, drunk, blowed, bent When it's time to pay my rent My money's damn near spent I know I'm fucking up my lungs My liver ain't 'bout shit From all the weed And all the alcohol But y'all, I can't quit
(2 guys talking)
Man, if it was me dog, I'd say, "Fuck that job". Man, here. Hit the weed, man. Fuck a job, man. Shit, I'll hit that. Here, I'll hit it. Shit, no weed goin' never tell you nothin' wrong. I've been tellin' you to quit that motherfuckin' job anyways. Yeah, that boss trippin', on my dick anyways. Fuck that nigga. Hell fuck yeah. Want me to kick his ass for you? Fuck it man.
Verse 2:
See, reefer's like a friend Who free me from my foes Drinking something different today But wearing the same old clothes I guess weed, wine, and women Was the life that I chose But it got hard splitting my dick Between my wife and these hoes So I just smoke An ounce a day, nothing less Spent so many damn dollars That it don't make no fucking sense I went to seek help Thought I was losing my mind The doctor walked in high With some brew and a dime And said, "It's your life, nigga Go ahead and enjoy And whenever you need some weed, nigga Just hollar at your boy 'Cause ain't nothing wrong with it, go on on Take these, you need at least 3 cups in the morning" Drinking all day Big chiefing at night I keep my eyes red and tight So that my teeth can look white And I can smell it and tell it The weed you have ain't shit But I'll still take a pull And twist the cap on the bull I can't quit
(Devin and his doctor talking)
Damn, doctor. Is this shit gonna kill me, man? No, no son. No need to panic. It's actually quite good for you. It slows down the structure of white blood cells And cures the flow. It's called nature's illing leaf. The more you smoke it the better you feel. Take another hit. You ain't bullshittin'. You did good. Would I lie to you?
Verse 3:
Just another day Another fat sweet to get my head right I'm sitting back, my windows cracked I'm chilling at the red light Minding my business But why is this law typing my plates I only gotta dime and ain't got time to catch no case But still she races up to me And stick her nose out in my car "Hey bitch, what you looking in my car for?" She pointed at the sweet Still burning and said, "Aw" I had to think quick Pulled out my dick And shoved it in her jaw But like weak times I had to hit the gas Collect my seeds Clean the ash Non-stop, evade the cops They mad because I'm high they not I made the block, screwed up some cop Dipped back on the freeway Threw my empty 40 bottle out When I passed San Felipe We stay blowed, fucked up, drunk, full, bent My kids screaming Astroworld But all my time is spent And you can tell the way I smell My braincells ain't shit From all the weed and all the alcohol But y'all, I can't quit
(2 guys talking)
That was cool, man. Hey, can I get one of those dranks? Naw, man. I told you about your beer-hoggin' ass. Nigga, go to the fuckin' store. C'mon, man. Can I drink with y'all, man? I can't hear. Goddamn, I can't hear shit. (...?...) Do you have a job? Do you have a job? Hell yeah, I gotta job motherfucker. I just spend all my money buying weed. Ya know, it helps me work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed So I can work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed So I can work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed So I can work longer So I can make more money So I can buy more weed
