Monday morning. Phone call. “Random test.” Oh, shit. I’ve been burning dank Like it’s part of the job Every damn morning Every damn lunch Every time the county crew Wasn’t working too much Smoking in the truck Smoking before I show Smoking in the oil change shed Where nobody goes I need this shitty paycheck I need money to fix my car No money for a test kit No time to disappear I’m living in my parents’ house And fate is getting near! DRINK THE PICKLE JUICE! PRAY THAT IT COMES OUT CLEAN! DRINK THE PICKLE JUICE! I’M RUNNING OUT OF SCHEMES! Now the county wants to know, If I'm spending time with sweet ol Mary Jane So I plug my nose, Chug it all. And then I pray to the BRINE GODS! “Be here by three.” “Bring your ID.” “Random means random.” “Well, shit...okay.” I stare at the ceiling From my childhood room Thirty-something years old And I’m fucked by noon NO TEST KIT. NO CASH. NO BACKUP PLAN. I NEED THIS JOB! NO TEST KIT. NO CASH. NO WAY TO KNOW. WHAT WILL I DO? DRINK THE PICKLE JUICE! PRAY THAT IT COMES OUT CLEAN! DRINK THE PICKLE JUICE! I’M RUNNING OUT OF SCHEMES! Sour Diesel, Lemon G, Super Silver Haze, D Rock's Hawaiian Snow got me high for days, Blueberry, Green Crack, Purple Gorilla Glue, Red Hair OG, I've chased every hue, Runtz, Zkittlez, Cherry Pie, Gelato 33... Kentucky Red Hair, burnin’ wild and free, Jack Herer, Trainwreck, the Chemdawg calls I don't remember much.. cause I burnt through it all! PISS IN THE CUP! PRAY! PISS IN THE CUP DID THE HOLY DILL JUICE CLEANSE?!!! No money. No plan. Why does the county accuse?! Just me… this cup… and a job I can’t lose. Why I Drank the pickle juice.
