Ghetto Raised

I open my eyes another day is hereThe sun's laready highCan not recall just what I was dreamin'But I'm sure I can catch the reprise somehowPiles of dirty socks just everywhereI don't feel like washing up todaySomehow I really just don't careI think I'll stay in bed all dayThis is one of those days when I'll do just not a thingLazing 'til the hour's late then maybe I'll sleep just a little winkI know that breakfast can wait until laterI don't have anything but the dish in the kitchenNothing to read nothing's on the TVEveryone's on vacation can't say that I miss 'emThis is one of...