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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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