I Can't Quit

(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