(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