Late for Work
Woke up drunk and it's half-past twelve
Head spinnin' round and it feels like hell
How the fuck did I get myself here?
(Again!)
Spent all night being thrown around
Left then right and I fell on the ground
Wheels kinda shaky and I can't steer
And my car won't start
AW FUCK
I'm Late for Work
I'm Late for Work
I'm Late for Work
Somebody help me
I'm Late for Work
I'm Late for Work
I'm Late for Work
Somebody help me
Went to work and their out of ties
How the fuck does a suit store run out of ties?
I need one to swing around the ceiling
(To lose all feeling)
Worked overtime and I'm semi-high
Boss is suspicious but I always lie
Time to head home for some herbal healing
And it's coming up
AW SHIT
I just threw up
I just threw up
I just threw up
Somebody help me
I just threw up
I just threw up
I just threw up
Somebody help me
Open the door and I stumble through
Feet on the floor but their stuck like glue
Jump in bed and I grab my bong
(From the sexshop!)
Grab the conepiece and I wash it up
Grab the conepiece just to mix a chop
(I grab the conepiece just to mix a chop)
(I grab the conepiece just to mix a chop)
(I grab the conepiece just to mix a chop)
(I grab the conepiece just to mix a chop)
(I GRAB THE CONEPIECE JUST TO MIX A CHOP)
Head spinnin' round and it feels like hell
How the fuck did I get myself here?
(Again!)
Spent all night being thrown around
Left then right and I fell on the ground
Wheels kinda shaky and I can't steer
And my car won't start
AW FUCK
I'm Late for Work
I'm Late for Work
I'm Late for Work
Somebody help me
I'm Late for Work
I'm Late for Work
I'm Late for Work
Somebody help me
Went to work and their out of ties
How the fuck does a suit store run out of ties?
I need one to swing around the ceiling
(To lose all feeling)
Worked overtime and I'm semi-high
Boss is suspicious but I always lie
Time to head home for some herbal healing
And it's coming up
AW SHIT
I just threw up
I just threw up
I just threw up
Somebody help me
I just threw up
I just threw up
I just threw up
Somebody help me
Open the door and I stumble through
Feet on the floor but their stuck like glue
Jump in bed and I grab my bong
(From the sexshop!)
Grab the conepiece and I wash it up
Grab the conepiece just to mix a chop
(I grab the conepiece just to mix a chop)
(I grab the conepiece just to mix a chop)
(I grab the conepiece just to mix a chop)
(I grab the conepiece just to mix a chop)
(I GRAB THE CONEPIECE JUST TO MIX A CHOP)
Credits
Writer(s): Blake Murray, Emily Louise-oades, Patrick Umadhay, Tashi Gan Hunt, Zac Croker, Zac Emery
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