| It’s been one of those days
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| Hell one of those weeks
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| Boss man won’t cut me no slack, Jack
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| Did just what he said
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| He just shook his head
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| And still crawled all up on my back
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| I been bitin' my tongue
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| Keepin' my cool
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| But I’m hot fightin' mad
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| Ain’t but one thing to do
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| Open up a can
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| Pop a top, feel the cold in my hand
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| Hit the deck and cut on the box fan
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| Sittin' here sippin', all the stress man forget it
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| 'Cause there’s only so much you can stand
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| Fore' ya open up a can
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| Sometimes it’s a driver, cuttin' me off
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| Some politic talk on TV
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| When my team drops a pass
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| My blood rises fast
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| And I need to take it down a few degrees
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| Open up a can
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| Pop a top, feel the cold in my hand
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| And I’m back in the high life again
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| Sittin' here sippin', all the stress man forget it
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| 'Cause there’s only so much you can stand
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| Fore' ya open up a can
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| Or two, maybe one too many
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| 'Cause that’s all it takes
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| To keep the world spinnin' just right
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| Open up a can
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| Pop a top, feel the cold in my hand
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| Pretend I got my toes in the sand
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| Sittin' here sippin', all the stress man forget it
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| 'Cause there’s only so much you can stand
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| Fore' ya open up a can
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| Ice cold can
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| Open up a can
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| Open up a can |