DAILY ROUTINE

SLEEP IM FAKEN BUT STILL AWAKEN TO MY BODY ACHING

SHAKEN SCRAPEN THE PIPE THATS BREAKEN FOR THE HIT

THAT WONT DO SHIT SAY IL QUIT BUT STILL I SIT PLANNING TO

GET LIT

COLD N HOT, BACK N FORTH I ROCK, CUZ I ONLY GOT, AN HR OR LESS

TO LOOK MY BEST, HAIRS A MESS, SMEARED MAKEUP I STESS

ITS FINE I GUESS, CUZ I MADE IT TO WORK

A WRINKLED SHIRT, PANTS STAINED WITH DIRT

AND A BODY THAT STILL HURTS

MORE COFFEE THE ASK

POURING IT A TASKN

NOT A WAITRESS , BUT AN ASS

MAKE THE CALL FAST

MY CRAVEN GREW

FELT LIKE THE FLU

CLOCK TICKING, FINALLY ITS 642

AND THIS IS WUT I DO

DOPE N MY HAND

I RAN

FAST AS I CAN

DUCKEN THE CAM

N THE BATHROOM STALL A STAND

1 HIT 2 HITS 3 HITS DAM

4 HITS 5 HITS TILL I REMEMBER WHO I AM

TILL TOMORROW ANYWAY

SO IN THE BATHROOM WHERE I GET AWAY

I NOW LOOK N THE MIRROR N SAY

HEY U,,,, UR GUNNA B OK

TILL TOMMAROW ANYWAY

CUZ IM A FEAN WITH A DAILY ROUTINE