Real

Another morning at the grind Chopping, slopping, my throbbing mind When did I get this fucking job, anyway? Ah yes now there we go and now at last you finally know all the reasons I labor so Holy shit, do I feel bad I swear tonight by ten I'm asleep No beers, no tokes No late night TV with David Letterman You know I'll just take one toke maybe two but tomorrow night I'm serious no joke tomorrow I get real Get serious Get real No one can know just how empty I feel No one can know just how hard it is for me To get real