Home Brew - Friday lyrics

And I'm living for right now!
I just wanna blaze my mind now!
So if you got bud then light up!
Tonight we're gonna smoke till lights out!
Chea and I'm on my way to high town!
So everybody pass the wine round!
It's just another Friday night out!
And all I'm thinking 'bout is right Now!

Yeah, it's three to six and I need a fix
So I take my bike down to Pak'n'Save
Cause they got cheaper licks
Feeling sick like I been eating bricks
Cause all that I got inside the
Pantry is Weet-bix and Eta chips
And all the bud I got is seeds and sticks
So I text my bro
Cause he let's me do the cheeky ticks
Then get a feed at Vic's eat it quick
Leave a tip sweet that's it
Need to skip back to base, clean the kicks


I spend the whole week rapping alone
In a shack on my own
Now I'm back in the zone
So I pick up the phone
While I'm packing a cone
"What you doing bro?" "Jack"
"Where you at?" "I'm at home" "Sweet bro
Bring a box of heiny and a pipe 'round
Then we'll a cab get it to drop us by town
Heard there's something happening
At this place, kinda high-brow"
"Alright pal, I'm down
When you gonna ride round? Right Now
"Chur bro" box under my arm
Kick my bike into turbo
Heard there's substances up in Fu Bar
Brody's playing up at Khuja
So I'm down if you are anywhere but Asta
That's a fag bar
That's where all the dogs go
Cause that is where the cats are
You know all the Cheetahs
Looking for a Jaguar cats drinking tigers
Rap stars in dad's car
All i really wanna do is
Chill with my odd balls
And drink drive through the cop stops
In a hotbox
I'm gonna rax where the cats pop lock
With a couple scotch shots
Shit I might just do some top rocks
Anything could happen when I'm high off spots
Doing foxtrots
Poppin' pills like they're cough drops
We in the chop block clubs full of top dogs
In odd socks
And tops that I got from opshops

I ain't out on the town yelling out cash bank
Chasing a flash skank
That's always on E, like my gas tank
Ain't in the club on a wife hunt
Where the bouncer's got a small dick
So he acts like one that's why i steer clear
Of anywhere near there
Cause the beer there's dearer than
A flippin air fare
And I don't fit in with my weird gear
Need to go somewhere like Cheers
Where everybody's tripped there
I like the quiet clubs no one likes
Cheap shacks with broken lights
Sweet cats and open mics
Relax and smoking pipes
Just moving to the next
With nothing on my mind
And Truant on the decks
Or some other DJ B-grade junkie
Like some Mariner Recluse or
Just something funky
I'm into Stormin' Norman I love Manuel Bundy
But, I'm kinda g-g-g-g-goofy and gumby but
Right Now! I'm pretty wasted
Might go and watch the
Unseen play at Basement
Wish that Opensouls were on
Man they're my favourite
Bjorn, he's the man and that
Dude on the bass chip
I'm gonna paint the town like a spray-can
See the same band from last week
Cause they were way bad
And if they ain't, text my mate Sam
Cause he's the kinda dude that knows the
Kinda dude with an escape plan
I'm feeling like some kind of
Funk might be kinda fun
Might see the Shades cause they're
Playing up at Rising Sun
Then No Keys is in, playing 90's thump
Then Julien Dyne at 1, that guy can drum
So whether I'll be on the brew
White wine or rum
I'm gonna be fucked up when
The night is done!
I'm on a mission to find the fun
I got a liver made of steel and a iron lung
And i say

Yeah cause it ain't, let's all get by day
It's all let's get high day
Let's get fucked up sideways
Yknow? It's Friday
So don't kill my buzz like fly spray
Fuck those games that your mind plays
This ain't the ice age it's Friday, yeah

And we're living for

Slow down everybody just slow down
If you got it then roll it up
If you wanna get stoned now don't hold out

One of these things is good for us
The other is just enough
So make your mind up before your time's up
The message is right in front of us
You better not miss the bus
So don't you break down 's game now baby