I Can't Quit

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