A day in and out

Get you an apple
It's about to happle
Truely scrumptious
But just where can I dump it

Full of the stupor
Among all the groupers
No fresh air
No one seems to care

Let out a fart
Phone throwin' the darts
Living on red cents
Avoiding the dents

Just cause in the head
Playing it all red
Cards what's the matter
Deadwood from the mad hatter

Not lookin' to dread
Dust not the woman's head
Can anyone sing
On this ding a ling thing

Make five more days
For five more dollars
All the stop saying
Make you want to holler

None of this
And none of that
This red checker board
In the center of my hat