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...