[Murs]

I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober

Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra

Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my stomach settle down

Then fell into the shower as to let the funk drown

Put Degree under my arms, turned off the alarm

You only set it to regret it

A million things to do but work is where I'm headed

The dreaded grindstone on the edge of my bed

I sit and let my mind zone on how fun last night was

Started with a light buzz that slowly progressed into a full blown fade

I was trying to get laid, but, got no action

It was back to the crib for personal satisfaction

Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in

Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen

I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans

It seems I have 15 minutes to make the 20 minute ride it takes to get to work

So I fly out the door while I'm putting on my shirt

Start the car and then I'm off to get in trouble with my boss

He runs his mouth like a bitch sometimes I wish he'd lay me off

So that I could lay him out with one little punch right to his fat ass mouth

But now I'm assed out, 'cause these fools on the freeway

be driving like they ain't got nowhere to go

You know those fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow

Got me yelling at my windshield

Now it's like 10 'till I want to call in

Man I think it everyday but I'm not ballin'

So I got to go get paid and continue the charade of

Customer service since I don't get commission

My efforts seem worthless thanks and have a nice day

'Cause what I got to say even if they were rude

And gave me attitude it's a shame what I have to do to get rent and food



I work hard

Goddamn hard

To keep this roof over my head

And pay off these credit cards

I work hard

Goddamn hard

So I could pay off all my debt

And get a house with a yard

I work hard

Goddamn hard

To put that gas off in the tank

And make the payments on this car

I work hard

Goddamn hard

So I could wild out every weekend

And buy drinks at the bar



Try being on the road for 45 days straight

Road manager's the driver and myself plus 8

Other motherfuckers and their idio-sympatic

'Sop brought two-systems he's a video fanatic

Sunspot got enough weed to give me contact for the month and a half

PSC got the gas and forever blowing up the spot with his rotten ass

Of course Grouch brought a task that'll fill his time plot

Trying to hook Pro-Tools to his new laptop

Eligh's on the last cot a hypocondriac

So with him you never know if it's a fever or an act

Scarub's usually either reading, writing, or sleeping

And Bicasso needs to use somebodies celly's on the creeping

Me I'm simply dreaming plotting schemes to get some money

Almost forgot about Arata but you know

As we tour throughout the country everybody starts to argue over what we

watch on tv and who drank the last brew, who's been hating on who

Maybe throw a punch or two until a virus breaks out

And how healthy can you be?

When you getting little sleep and all you eat is take out

But the show must go on when you live in dusk 'till dawn

If I don't rap every night, I might lose a fan

So even if I got the flu I got a mic in my hand

And I haven't even spoke on the one night stands

Yeah that might sound fly to the average guy

But when you got a girl at home you got to let it pass you by

So I try to play the sidelines

Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women, hard to stay faithful

So I cheat not because I hate my girl because I miss her

Eventhough she won't believe me when I say I only kissed her

Been home a couple days and she still won't speak

Still I got to hit the road again

Begin another week



I work hard

Goddamn hard

To keep this roof over my head

And pay off these credit cards

I work hard

Goddamn hard

So I could pay off all my debt

And get a house with a yard

I work hard

Goddamn hard

To put that gas off in the tank

And make the payments on this car

I work hard

Goddamn hard!