Today I had the feeling that nothing could go right It started out this morning with a never ending fight To reach down deep inside myself And say Ok I can get out of bed now But negativity just could not stop there The whole world was susceptible, yet unaware Nobody would be subject to I got so much shit ta do I'm diggin' me a hole deeper everyday And then I will take on something new I'm runnin' outta time in a major way Just sit back and drink a few All this business hangin' up above my head I just can't relax I wish that Beck was right and time was a ball of wax Cause I'd save it up, save it up, save it up Until I had enough - To make a thirty-six hour day Well what about the termites The splinter, oh man There goes that idea and here I go again Lord what have I come down to I got so much shit ta do When I should sit back and smoke a few Just sit back and take a few