I've got errands, errands, errands, errands, errands to run
I've got acid to sell and I've got mary to burn
I gotta make some money, have the time of my life
But I've got nothing but the hustle, hustle, hustle on my mind
Taking little notes of all the things I will do
All the people I'll meet and all the shrooms I will chew
'Cause just like every single time that I've done this before
I forget the little thoughts that made me go through the door
I never, never see the light
I never, never see the light
Never going out to see a band or a show
Just standing outside and staring through the window
Because all the cash I made is now finally gone
And I'm scraping up some coins to get me tickets back home
Stepping through the front door with a pain in my head
I left home with some thick dough and came back with it spent
Yeah, I made some money, had the time of my life
Now the hustle, hustle, hustle has been left behind