There are many chores
I just gotta do, some a bore
And a few, I ain't ever gonna adore.
Like sweepin the damn floor!
Where in the hell does all that dirt come from,
anyway? The one that rips me at the core
comin at me four times or more
a day, is feelin this heart of tore,
chore. Torn deep inside for
that gurl who slammed the fuckin door
right in my damn face... missin her like hell
I'm mopin like Eeyore hopin she'll come around.
There's one thing I know for sure,
this ain't no 6 day war!
I got 50 to life, babe.
