A Day In The Life

[Intro: Ab-Soul & (Kendrick Lamar)]

My nigga, do you have a gas can?

(The fuck I'm gonna do with a gas can, nah, nigga what?)

It's just been a long ass day, man

All I need is a gas can

(No...Try down across the street, I think they may keep one, I dunno

Fuck what you doing, man?

Knocking on the door extra hard and shit like you just stressed out or something)

My nigga, I don't even know where to begin, dog

(What happened, man?)

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Look, I woke up on it feeling fucked up

What else is new? Like I be like, "To hell with you"

To tell the truth, I ain't been to church in like 3 or 4 years

Not months, have mercy on my soul

I threw on the wife-beater put a fitted on my skull

Took a long ass piss, grabbed my shades, and hit the door

I had half a blunt left from last night

I lit that bitch up like a lightbulb and got right

Started to orchestrate my day like a Maestro

I should hit the lab, I got verses like the bible

I heard hip hop need revival

It's been in camouflage like the mascot for Geico

In that bullshit, I took another pull quick

My mind flooded like a fucking swimming pool is

Went back in the house, raided my mom's refrigerator

But everybody's on a diet, and my stomach ain't quiet

I said, "Fuck it."

Hit the shower like a jackpot

The weed got my teeth off-white like a crack rock

Toothbrush from the 99 cent store

I got a million dollar smile, it don't make sense though

Throw in my army fatigue shorts and a T that says

"Peace, not war"

Now everybody eyeing me

I don't know if I need an iron is the irony

By the way, I'm at the gas station now

Not to get gas, just another black & mild

It's half a tank, gonna have to last until Monday

And it's Tuesday, the bitches still want me like a bouquet

Hit my nigga Agent, he wanted to roll up two Ls like Cool Jay

I'm like, "Alright, cool, Jay"

But I gotta be at work by 3

It's midday, I can't go in smelling like weed

He said, "Okay."

Stop by the cheap tobacco, two swishers for a dollar

When he meet me, we feeling to get high, like a greeting

He told me, "Drop five"

I said, "I got you next time"

Long story short, I bumped my head on cloud nine

I'm chilly chill even when it's hot outside

Rode to the studio rather blasted

I spit like a dragon and leave a fan flabbergasted

That's where my gas and my check engine light clicked on at the same exact time

My signal right

That ain't right

I got shit to do today

Cause any day you could be attending my eulogy

Got to the studio when everybody left

I saw a note that read

"We went to go work on Detox with Weezy F"

[Interlude: Ab-Soul & (Kendrick Lamar)]

Yeah, you laughing, that shit wasn't funny, man

(It was funny)

[Hook: Ab-Soul]

A day in the life

Of Mister soul brother number deuce

(Any night)

I'm thinking if you only knew

Who could fuck with it middle fingers up to your whole crew

Tell 'em the regular nigga said it

A day in the life

Of Mister soul brother number deuce

(Any night)

I'm thinking if you only knew

Who could fuck with it middle fingers up to your whole crew

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul & (Kendrick Lamar)]

Now it's 2:58 and I'm running late for work

Running mean stuck in traffic cause the Home Depot is feeling jerk

I been in the same position before

Manager said it better be my last time but it won't

I clocked in around 3:10 and I'm wishing I didn't

Cause UPS just brought in this big ass shipment

And for those that didn't know, I work at a record store

And I make hot records

Finish the inventory then I log on Myspace

I had one download about 16 plays

5 friend requests from suck MCs making a name

I signed out and had to question my aim

(You weak, nigga)

This old-timer walked in

(That's all)

And we got to talking about Eric being rock him on a perm and

Osama Bin Laden Obama in office

And he looked me in the face and I'm destined for fame

Told him I do music

He like, "Whatever you do, do it, and don't blink

The moment you close your eyes, you'll lose it"

Words were wise, that was some great advice that I took like I stole it

Then my head sort of swollen

I guessing that's why I shits on them like a cleansed colon

Told the rest of the shoppers we feeling to be closing

I locked up like Akon and hit the street

It's 8 pm, and I ain't have shit to eat

All day, KFC, snackers a dollar each

BBQ and nacho cheese

I bought 4, ate 3, gave one to Top Dog

I would have had one for Punch but he moved like a sloth

I'm back at the studio now if I lost ya

And everything's straight, you can thank great posture

Hit my lil momma up cause I'm trying to cut

But she on the rag and I don't mean a bandanna

She told me come through, she gave me head like Rihanna

And I deserve a standing ovation for my swagger

Chuck the deuce, headed for the car to finish off the night right

But it wouldn't start

[Outro: Ab-Soul & (Kendrick Lamar)]

Laugh it up, nigga, laugh it up

Shit ain't funny, man

(Gas, nigga, you gotta put 5 not 3 in)

I ain't got 5 dollars to put in!

(That'll get you one gallon, nigga

Time to save that extra dollar from that meal

For the McDonalds menu so you ain't gotta cut all the time, nigga

You gotta put the whole 5 in it

I know you're on a budget, but damn)