Asleep At The Wheel

[Scratch Hook] "What's really goin' on?" [Pip Skid] I'm so mad that I keep a headache all day long Go to sleep, wake up and it still ain't gone I can't rest cause I'm always perplexed about some bill And some alcohol make me feel better when I'm ill Still juggling my paycheck when it's looking rather small Struggle with decisions at the liquor store and the mall Eyeing up the [?] thirty bucks a yag Art Blakey album in the XXL mag Bag enough debt looking for me, changing my identity Blood from a stone, calling me out on a penalty Mentally the phone go (bang bang) off the hook Feeling lucky I'll grab it Don't have the screen to look All shook with the agent off guard I miss Giving out Jason's number, I'm dumb and he'll be pissed "Jason, guys about to call about the money I owe." He's like, "I know I told him that you left fifteen minutes ago." $7 toothpaste tubes, fly new shoes Gigantic heaping plates of organic food Expensive vitamins, inviting friends over to drink Out of body experience, spend but don't think Others judge why beer makes the grocery list But they've never been stressed the fuck out like this See if I got twelve bucks and ten goes to booze Problem solving that it's easy it's nothing to lose Split the bill it'll start to kill ya soul destroy your spirit Wake up light's on, creativity has no merit Just a parrot with clipped wings outside my means It's a Cadillac taste of these rice and beans [Scratch Hook]