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    Текст песни Devin - I Can't Quit

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    (2 guys talking about Devin)

    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
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