I gotta get going
Or I'm gonna be late
No such thing as a clean slate
No pay raise for second place
Slap in my face
Take all I've got, but you want more
I stripped my soul like some street who*e
But my true stuffs good down to the core
But what for?
Roll slow
Living with the weight of the world by my side
Got no place to go
Doing what I do everyday to get by
Sometimes I should give up
When I don't give a f**
I'm the kinda guy that will never call it quits
Sold my ford to pay the rent
A dollar saved is one hundred spent
Got no booze so I can't get lit
Same old sh**
Girl left me a year ago
She said in bed I f**ed too slow
Stole my dog, the dog snatchin' ho
His name was Stoney
Roll slow
Living with the weight of the world by my side
Got no place to go
Doing what I do everyday to get by
Sometimes I should give up
When I don't give a f**
I'm the kinda guy that will never call it quits
Times like these you'd think I'd do things for me
You'd think I'd get off my knees instead of trying to appease
Look at me I got my hands on my knees
I got my a** in the breeze
Catchin', some damn disease
Quietly I'll get back onto my feet
Open my eyes to see
And do my best to succeed
Patiently I'll climb back up to the street
And get back all that I need
Starting first with Stoney
So what do you know
It's time to go
Looking for my pot of gold,
Hide it here
Find it there
It's in the basement way down stairs
Trying to make my gra** a little greener
Trying to make my wine a little sweeter
Trying to grit my teeth a little meaner,
It's all about the mood,
Show me your...