I Can T Quit lyrics

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.
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
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