Home Brew - Last Day lyrics

Sitting at the bus stop on West Coast Road
Roll with my headphones banging
In the red zones stoned, trying to get home
Next to some lesbo dressed in a trench coat
Nana in her bathrobe fresh out the rest home
This feels like it's death row
Plus the bus running late
Supposed to come at 8 and now it's
9 and I don't want to wait
Around with these wierdos
Dressed like scarecrows
Metallica shirts and the plates
In their earlobes
So I start walking, just to kill the boredom
Pass a Harvey Norman and a sneaker store
And that was when I saw them: 87 weapons
Fresh from the heavens undefeated size 11's
'You got 10's?'
He said he'll get them from the back
While he's gone I just watch
Them shine on the rack


Fighting with my mind: one guy is like
"You want this crap?"
The other's like, "Hmm
What's wrong with that?"
See I could tell you some shit
But, I ain't gonna act like nobody slaved
For this letterman that's on my back
And I ain’t Common
This is more subconscious rap
I'm just trying to make an honest, track
But, it's hard to be a man and a sneaker fan
Holding kicks made in Vietnam
Playing Georgia Anne
Singing about freedom and veganism while
I eat a hamburger should I turn her off and
Listen to some Steely Dan
Cause, I love the custard cremes
And the mustard greens
Plus I got a hundie I could
Blow it on a couple T's
Sick of wearing crusty jeans
With busted seams
So fuck my dreams, 'Bro how much are these?'
He said a hundred
That's when I started wonder what is
Was that I wanted
The kicks? Or just the confidence?
And then, something clicked and I left
And my fucked up New Balance took
Another step on the path way (way)
Just trying to live it like last day (day)
Not trying to worry what the stars say (naa)
Just trying to give it
(my all) cause all I'm given (this life)
That's why I'm living like my last day
Just gotta listen what my heart say
No time for stressing what you can't change
(naa) just trying to give it
(my all) cause all I'm given (this life)
That's why I'm living like my last day

Sitting on a slow boat to Thailand
Staring out the right hand
Side paradise as far as the eye can see
Feeling like, man
This just a giant ant crawling on a
Flying rock carrying some eye candy
So, why am, I so caught up in what
I have, I want, I need, iPad, my bad
I must have forgot how hard life can be
For people they here dying for
Some rice and peace
They live of the Earth digging in dirt
Dirt we say isn’t of worth
Villagers turn into rice that
Westerners burn with no concern
And it’s like that little was learned
And it was heard then it’s right back to life
Roll up the herb, smoke up the world
Like empathy is only a word I think
Our heads got big as the bird
We say they live in the third
Who are we to say that this is the first
Only cause we ain't got a second
To give to a beggin'
Man or a hand to lend in Armageddon
Say they lower class
They’re still the teachers for
Your yoga class what's life
Go and ask the fisherman that's
Strollin' past my window
Show me a mansion with more
Manners than this temple
Drunk off the beer essentials
'can it be that is was all so simple'
Before the East Side moved central
We praise the elegant high
Flyers and billionaires
They praise the elephants, white tigers
And grizzly bears
Smiling through the worst flood they
Had in 50 years
Cause they say everything comes
And then it disappears
They got no hipsters here
Nobody bitching about the shit they wear
Nobody consumed by consumerism here
And they ain't got no prisons here
Because the systems fair
They just just existin' here livin' as
If it's their last day