I’ve got to go to work
Even with my wounds and my scrapes
I’ve got to survive the snakes and the high life
I’ve got to live through the mess and the madness
I’m hitting the nitro like it’s Sega
And breaking everything like C4
Huh, it was all rosy but now it’s pretty grim
It’s not that simple, I think, “Man, this is tough”
There’s weight on my shoulders and it’s heavy
And I won’t stop if I don’t have enough cash
It’s going too fast, I don’t have enough days
Yeah, it’s hard, that’s for sure
Always compressed like my bags of weed
Health and happiness can’t be bought
I don’t stop, there’s never enough money, ah, it’s die
She does yoga, yoga, yo-
She does yoga, yoga, yoga
Yoga, yoga, yoga
She does yoga, yoga, yoga
She does yoga, yoga, yoga
She does yoga, yoga, yoga
She got attached
I told her I was messed up
I took her body and really broke it
I took her little heart and really broke it
In any case, we’re only good for that
I smoke a well-packed joint
In the jar, the local
I came to get her from the garden
I roll a [?], it’s cool when sober
In the morning, I feel relieved
I’m going to smoke the zaza throughout the house, the bitch is brave
Between us, baby, how’s it going?
I’m annoying, I don’t know how she handles it
How does she deal with all this?
She does yoga, yoga, yo-
She does yoga, yoga, yoga
Yoga, yoga, yoga
She does yoga, yoga, yoga
She does yoga, yoga, yoga
She does yoga, yoga, yoga
I feel guided (guided)
Ah, it’s tough
Weight on my shoulders and it’s heavy
I won’t stop if I don’t make enough cash
Ah, it’s tough, that’s for sure
Always compressed like my bags of weed
Happiness can’t be bought
I don’t stop, there’s never enough money, it’s die