Every day...
It's the same thing...
Every day...
It's the same thing...

Woke up this morning, depressed...
Yeah, i've seen better days...
Don't know if I wanna get dressed,
But shit I gotta get blazed
I call up my dealer
We choose a spot
He tells me he'll be there,
At 2 o'clock
Now I'm sitting and waiting...
And of course he is late.
I start my bitchin', complaining
I'm really hating this day
Then he pulls up,
Hands me some bud
I'm feelin' better now
Things are lookin' up...

And now it's a good day,
I got me some weed now
Yeah it's a good day
No need to feel down
Let's get hiiiiiigh...
I'm feelin' alriiiiight....

Now I'm back at my house
And I'm still on my mission
I get my weed kit out,
But you know, there's something missing..
I'm shit out of papers; I'm shit out of luck
This day couldn't get worse
I wanna give up
No...
I can't give up now, though
I'm so close
Even if I have to tear apart this whole house
First I check the pockets of all my old coats
But still now luck, this day is goin' in slow mo'
Then i check the couch, but it's broke and won't fold out
Then i check the corner store, buddy's all sold ‘em
I wish papers just came with weed, and vice versa
This is too hard, it don't make sense like “durka durka”
Walked out the store, a man's bummin' for a dollar
Feeling generous so I dug into my wallet...
Now isn't this ironic, crumpled up with stains on it
A single zigzag, let's blaze up this chronic...

And now it's a good day,
I got me some weed now
Yeah it's a good day
No need to feel down
Let's get hiiiiiigh...
I'm feelin alriiiiight....

Every day...
It's the same thing...
Every day...
It's the same thing...

And now it's a good day,
I got me some weed now
Yeah it's a good day
I don't really feel down
Let's get hiiiiiigh...
I'm feelin' alriiiiight...