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Verse 1
Verse 2
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F#dim
Dm
Man. They got him in the office again,
G
man.
Dsus4
Dm
Damn, what do you mean.
Am
Dm
Am
The fucker clocks in drunk.
who you need to feel sorry for.
Am
Dm
Yeah, I know. And ya know,
Am
Dm
Dsus4
Dm
Am
Dm
what are they gonna do if he loses another job.
Verse 3
Dm
Am
Dm
Verse 1:
Verse 4
Drunk than a bitch
I'm late for work again
For just too damn long
I need to go and find some help
Am
Dm
Or take my drunk ass home"
And I really don't want to quit
Because see then I can't sit
Up on my ass and smoke my grass from
Am
Dm
And I admit, when I wake up
I hit the drank, I blow up
But in back of the job
So they say my production is throwed
Dm
Am
Dm
So I go, and share my problems
With my friends who be
Just as high as I
Am
Dm
As they pass the doobie to me
When it's time to pay my rent
Dm
Am
I know I'm fucking up my lungs
From all the weed
Verse 5
Dm
Man,
Verse 6
Am
Dm
Am
if it was me dog, I'd say,
Man, here. Hit the weed, man. Fuck a job,
Am
Dm
Shit, I'll hit that. Here, I'll hit it.
Shit, no weed goin' never tell
you nothin' wrong.
Am
Dm
I've been tellin' you to quit that
on my dick anyways.
Fuck that nigga. Hell fuck yeah.
Verse 7
me from my foes
Drinking something different today
Was the life that I chose
But it got hard splitting my dick
Dm
F
Am
So I just smoke
Spent so many damn dollars
The doctor walked in high
Am
Dm
With some brew and a dime
Am
Dm
And said, "It's your life, nigga
Go ahead and enjoy
And whenever you need
some weed, nigga
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
'Cause ain't nothing wrong with it,
Take these, you need at least
Drinking all day
I keep my eyes red and tight
Am
Dm
So that my teeth can look white
Am
Dm
Am
And I can smell it and tell it
But I'll still take a pull
Am
Dm
And twist the cap on the bull
Verse 8
Am
Dm
Damn, doctor. Is this shit gonna kill me,
man?
Am
Dm
No, no son. No need to panic.
It's actually quite good for you.
It slows down the structure
Dm
Am
Dm
And cures the flow. It's called
nature's illing leaf.
The more you smoke it the better you
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
feel. Take another hit.
You ain't bullshittin'. You did good.
Verse 9
Another fat sweet to get
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
But still she races up to me
"Hey bitch,
F
Am
Dm
She pointed at the sweet
Still burning and said, "Aw"
I had to think quick
Pulled out my dick
Clean the ash
Non- stop, evade the cops
Am
Dm
They mad because I'm high they not
screwed up some cop
Dipped back on the freeway
Threw my empty 40 bottle out
Am
Dm
When I passed San Felipe
My kids screaming Astroworld
Am
Dm
But all my time is spent
Am
Dm
And you can tell the way I smell
My braincells ain't shit
From all the weed and all the alcohol
Verse 10
man. Hey,
Dm
Am
Naw, man. I told you about
Nigga, go to the fuckin' store.
Dm
Am
Dm
I can't hear. Goddamn,
Am
Dm
Am
I can't hear shit.
(...?...)
Am
Dm
Hell yeah, I gotta job motherfucker.
buying weed.
Am
Am
So I can make more money
So I can make more money
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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