OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY lyrics

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

[VERSE1]
Pour a bucket of the bleach and then I take a f*cking sip
Two spray bottles hanging from my mother f*cking hip
b*tch it's 7 in the morning, think I wanna do this sh*t?
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 f*cking do this sh*t
Catch me in your f*cking building wit tha rag
Cleaning spit off the glass, wonder if I'll f*cking ever be sh*t

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

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

That you hate, smile is fake, I know that you can relate
To the sh*t I have to do to put some food up on my plate
I can't do another day, this can't be my f*cking fate
Rather load the f*cking 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 f*cking day ends