His wife is tired
She wants to sleep
But all that Morgan Davis wants is cream of wheat
He waits and when she turns out the lights
He tiptoes through the darkness and steps into the night
This boring life that he leaves of buying and selling stocks makes him feel
He's growing old and tired
There's no joy in his life
Just the passing time
In this boring life
He wants the lights, the jazz
A piece of ass
A toothless bitch to blow him for a vial of crack
He cooks his junk in some Gatorade
And scores a bag of chronic on the east MLK
This secret life that he leads of buying and selling drugs keeps him up at night
He's selling hash
Screwing trailer trash
And he's making cash
It's a whoring life
My friends are all salesmen
My wife is a slut
There must be something bigger I can stick in my butt
The IRS is auditing
"My life's in a rut!"
And so he's fired his heat
He's blown his blow
It's coming up on sunrise and it's time to go
He smells like barf
His hair's a mess
He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat hairy chest
He stumbles home from a Leslie show
He will be at work in an hour or so
He crawls in bed with his sleeping wife
Just a night to break up this boring life
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