(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