Off Day

[Intro: Homer and Moe]
Hiya, Homer. *sigh*
What’s the matter Moe?
Ahh, business is slow. People today are healthier and drinking less. Y’know if it wasn’t for the junior high school next door no one would even use the cigarette machine!
Yeah, things are tough all over
Increased job satisfaction and family togetherness are poison for a purveyor of mind-numbing intoxicants like myself
Can I get a beer?
Oh yeah, sure. Oh sorry I forgot were outta beer
Aahh!
(Let’s get scratchin’!)

[Verse 1: Marcel Boogie]
This one is for my pessimists, my cynical skеptics
The ones who find joy but then wondеr where the rest is
The ones who stay up on late nights, the the grind is restless
The shut ins who just wanna make friends but feel defenseless
I felt that, folks know I’m not a people person
The only time I trade words is to create diversions
Need bug fixes, I can’t function in this version
Is there a cheat code, to end the way my body’s hurtin’? (Doh!)
Patch me up and put some work in
Add a smart girl who dresses nice so I can flirt with
But don’t add mercy, I don’t think that I deserve it
Damn, this Buddha got my head open like a surgeon
Blunts on top of blunts, I think my lungs burnt out
I’m falling down the pit, my soul cannot break out
So let me drown in my blood, let me suffer
I ain’t cut out for life, it’s getting tougher

[Interlude: King Ezekiel]
Yo, what up? Might fuck around and play some Metal Gear Solid

[Verse 2: King Ezekiel]
This for all the people who stay on that hustle
Feel broken down and missing pieces like a puzzle and uh
It’s like words out my mouth garbled like static
These feelings bouncin’ round my chest like they acrobatic and uh
For the folks who stay dissapointments
Another day of hard employment
With streaks of unenjoyment
And I, load my save
But my data still corrupted like my mediocority
When it stay uninterrupted, I feel like-

I remember sittin’ on the floor
Jolly Roger, Docks and King Koopa with the 64 but
Childhood was peace and them days are long gone
Just another scammer who be scammin’ with the long con
A cigarette ease the sorrow
Cuz I wake up then I do it all tomorrow