I Can't Quit chords by Devin the Dude
Verse 1
Dm
(2 guys talking about
G
D
Dm
Devin)
Verse 2
Am
G
F#dim
Dm
Man. They got him in the office again,
G
man.
Dm
Yeah, I know. He's been in
G
Dm
there for an hour already.
Am
And ya know, I kinda feel
Dm
bad for the guy.
Dsus4
Dm
Damn, what do you mean.
Am
Dm
Am
The fucker clocks in drunk.
Dm
Man, it's his wife and kids; that's
who you need to feel sorry for.
Am
Dm
Yeah, I know. And ya know,
Am
Dm
Dsus4
Dm
Am
Dm
what are they gonna do if he loses another job.
Am
Fuckin' alcy. Fuckin' pothead.
Dm
He owes me $5 anyway.
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Verse 3
Dm
Am
Dm
Verse 1:
Am
Dm
On my way to the job
Verse 4
Drunk than a bitch
I'm late for work again
Am
Damn, boss goin' have a fit
Dm
He said, "This shit been going on
For just too damn long
I need to go and find some help
Am
Dm
Or take my drunk ass home"
And I really don't want to quit
Because see then I can't sit
Up on my ass and smoke my grass from
Am
Dm
unemployment checks
Am
Dm
And I admit, when I wake up
I hit the drank, I blow up
But in back of the job
Am
Dm
I don't bother no one
Am
I stay strictly to myself
Dm
Co- workers know I be blowed
So they say my production is throwed
Am
And I'm not carrying my load
Dm
Am
Dm
So I go, and share my problems
With my friends who be
Just as high as I
Am
Dm
As they pass the doobie to me
Am
Who we be, fucked up fool,
Dm
drunk, blowed, bent
When it's time to pay my rent
Am
My money's damn near spent
Dm
Am
I know I'm fucking up my lungs
Dm
My liver ain't 'bout shit
From all the weed
Am
And all the alcohol
Dm
Am
Dm
But y'all, I can't quit
Verse 5
Dsus4
(2 guys talking)
Dm
Man,
Verse 6
Am
Dm
Am
if it was me dog, I'd say,
Dm
"Fuck that job".
Man, here. Hit the weed, man. Fuck a job,
Am
Dm
man.
Am
Dm
Shit, I'll hit that. Here, I'll hit it.
Shit, no weed goin' never tell
you nothin' wrong.
Am
Dm
I've been tellin' you to quit that
Am
F
motherfuckin' job anyways.
Dm
Yeah, that boss trippin',
on my dick anyways.
Fuck that nigga. Hell fuck yeah.
Am
Want me to kick his ass for you?
Dm
Fuck it man.
Am
Verse 2: See, reefer's like a friend
Dm
Who free
Verse 7
me from my foes
Drinking something different today
Am
But wearing the same old clothes
Dm
I guess weed, wine, and women
Was the life that I chose
But it got hard splitting my dick
Am
Between my wife and these hoes
Dm
F
Am
So I just smoke
Dm
An ounce a day, nothing less
Spent so many damn dollars
Am
That it don't make no fucking sense
Dm
Am
I went to seek help
Dm
Thought I was losing my mind
The doctor walked in high
Am
Dm
With some brew and a dime
Am
Dm
And said, "It's your life, nigga
Go ahead and enjoy
And whenever you need
some weed, nigga
Am
Just hollar at your boy
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
'Cause ain't nothing wrong with it,
Dm
go on on
Take these, you need at least
Am
3 cups in the morning"
Drinking all day
Dm
Big chiefing at night
I keep my eyes red and tight
Am
Dm
So that my teeth can look white
Am
Dm
Am
And I can smell it and tell it
Dm
The weed you have ain't shit
But I'll still take a pull
Am
Dm
And twist the cap on the bull
Am
Dm
I can't quit
Verse 8
Dm
(Devin and his doctor talking)
Am
Dm
Damn, doctor. Is this shit gonna kill me,
man?
Am
Dm
No, no son. No need to panic.
It's actually quite good for you.
It slows down the structure
Am
of white blood cells
Dm
Am
Dm
And cures the flow. It's called
nature's illing leaf.
The more you smoke it the better you
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
feel. Take another hit.
You ain't bullshittin'. You did good.
Am
Would I lie to you?
Dm
Verse 3:
Verse 9
Am
Just another day
Another fat sweet to get
Dm
my head right
I'm sitting back,
my windows cracked
I'm chilling at the red light
Minding my business
But why is this law typing my plates
I only gotta dime and ain't
Am
got time to catch no case
But still she races up to me
Dm
And stick her nose out in my car
"Hey bitch,
Am
what you looking in my car for?"
F
Am
Dm
She pointed at the sweet
Still burning and said, "Aw"
I had to think quick
Pulled out my dick
Am
And shoved it in her jaw
Dm
But like weak times
Am
I had to hit the gas
Dm
Col lect my seeds
Clean the ash
Non- stop, evade the cops
Am
Dm
They mad because I'm high they not
Am
Dm
I made the block,
screwed up some cop
Dipped back on the freeway
Threw my empty 40 bottle out
Am
Dm
When I passed San Felipe
Am
We stay blowed, fucked up,
Dm
drunk, full, bent
My kids screaming Astroworld
Am
Dm
But all my time is spent
Am
Dm
And you can tell the way I smell
My braincells ain't shit
From all the weed and all the alcohol
Am
Dm
But y'all, I can't quit
Verse 10
Dm
(2 guys talking) That was cool,
man. Hey,
Am
can I get one of those dranks?
Dm
Am
Naw, man. I told you about
Dm
your beer- hoggin' ass.
Nigga, go to the fuckin' store.
Am
c'mon, man. Can I drink with y'all, man?
Dm
Am
Dm
I can't hear. Goddamn,
Am
Dm
Am
I can't hear shit.
(...?...)
Dm
Do you have a job? Do you have a job?
Am
Dm
Hell yeah, I gotta job motherfucker.
Am
I just spend all my money
buying weed.
Dm
Ya know, it helps me work longer
Am
Am
So I can make more money
Dm
Am
So I can buy more weed
Dm
So I can work longer
So I can make more money
Am
Dm
So I can buy more weed
Am
So I can work longer
So I can make more money
So I can buy more weed
So I can work longer
So I can make more money
So I can buy more weed
I Can't Quit
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