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 tip-toes through the darkness
As he slips to the night.
this boring life and he leads of buying and selling stocks
Makes him feel hes growing old and tired
Theres no joy or strife just by passing time
In this boring life.
He wants the lights, the Jaz, a piece of ass
A toothless bitch to blow him for a vile of crack
He cooks his junk in some Gatorade
And scores a bag of chronic on the East MLK.
The secret life and he leads it by selling drugs keeps him up at night
Hes selling hash screwing trailer trash
Hey hes making cash
Its a whoring Life
My friends are all salesman
My wife is a slut
There must be something bigger I can stick in my butt
The IRS is auditing, my life is in a rut.
And so hes fired his heat
Hes blown his blow
Its coming up on sunrise and its time to go
He smells like barf
His hairs a mess
He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy, chest
He stumbles home from a lesie 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 his boring life.