It's the same thing...

Every day...

It's the same thing...



Woke up this morning, depressed...

Yeah, i've seen better days...

Don't know if I wanna get dressed,

But shit I gotta get blazed

I call up my dealer

We choose a spot

He tells me he'll be there,

At 2 o'clock

Now I'm sitting and waiting...

And of course he is late.

I start my bitchin', complaining

I'm really hating this day

Then he pulls up,

Hands me some bud

I'm feelin' better now

Things are lookin' up...



And now it's a good day,

I got me some weed now

Yeah it's a good day

No need to feel down

Let's get hiiiiiigh...

I'm feelin' alriiiiight....



Now I'm back at my house

And I'm still on my mission

I get my weed kit out,

But you know, there's something missing..

I'm shit out of papers; I'm shit out of luck

This day couldn't get worse

I wanna give up

No...

I can't give up now, though

I'm so close

Even if I have to tear apart this whole house

First I check the pockets of all my old coats

But still now luck, this day is goin' in slow mo'

Then i check the couch, but it's broke and won't fold out

Then i check the corner store, buddy's all sold ‘em

I wish papers just came with weed, and vice versa

This is too hard, it don't make sense like “durka durka”

Walked out the store, a man's bummin' for a dollar

Feeling generous so I dug into my wallet...

Now isn't this ironic, crumpled up with stains on it

A single zigzag, let's blaze up this chronic...



And now it's a good day,

I got me some weed now

Yeah it's a good day

No need to feel down

Let's get hiiiiiigh...

I'm feelin alriiiiight....



Every day...

It's the same thing...

Every day...

It's the same thing...



And now it's a good day,

I got me some weed now

Yeah it's a good day

I don't really feel down

Let's get hiiiiiigh...

I'm feelin' alriiiiight...