I gotta smoke a bowl before i go to work
Can't handle this corporate greed
Never wanted a job and now its all i do
I finish work and sniff some fucking glue
Whos got papers?
This shits laced with seven grams of salvia divinorum
I aint got no money so im out a limb
Uncertain of a purpose
Time is money, money's soulless
Curtain lifted, hell exposed
Its fucked up but now i know
Life dont mean shit.

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