OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY

[HOOK]
They think that ima loser for my occupation
Working from the early morning till the fucking day ends

[VERSE1]
Pour a bucket of the bleach and then I take a fucking sip
Two spray bottles hanging from my mother fucking hip
Bitch it's 7 in the morning, think I wanna do this shit?
I gotta smoke, gotta eat and pay the bill for my whip

People looking down on me I can't help but notice it
They probably wonder what I did to have to fucking do this shit
Catch me in your fucking building wit tha rag
Cleaning spit off the glass, wonder if I'll fucking ever be shit

[HOOK]
They think that I'm a loser for my occupation
Working from the early morning till the fucking day ends

[VERSE2]
The fucking pay is too low and the hours way too long
And people wonder fucking why I take a hit from the bong
I gotta get the fuck out while I can, while I'm young
Life is way to fucking short to spend it at a fucking job

That you hate, smile is fake, I know that you can relate
To the shit I have to do to put some food up on my plate
I can't do another day, this can't be my fucking fate
Rather load the fucking shotty, paint the wall with my brains

[HOOK]
They think that I'm a loser for my occupation
Working from the early morning till the fucking day ends