Home Brew - Monday lyrics
[Home Brew - Monday lyrics]
When it all started I was lying in my bed
Counting all the sheep leap
Flying through my head
Snoring in my deep sleep
Jumping on the stage
Rhyming to this mean beat, then it stopped
And the crowd started yelling 'beep beep'
Then I woke up
(huh?) , colder then a snow cone
Late for my job, think I'll pull a no-show
Dude on my right shoulder's
Like "nah don't go"
Nerd on my left's like "you
Gotta get the dough bro"
Chur bro you're right
But, I'd rather have a doze though "yeah but
What about the bill for the home-phone?"
"yeah but, what about the boss he's a homo
He makes you work all day
Without a fucking smoko?"
Oh fuck, gotta get the dough though
Tryna put my album out and I
Ain't signed a stones throw
So I guess I gotta work until
I get my own show
And watch the whole day go by, it just that
Every day (every day)
Same old shit (same old shit)
Its that Every day (every day)
Same old boring, same old shit
Every day (every day)
Same old shit (same old shit)
Its that every day
Shit that happens to me every day
"Hey if you could mate" (what?)
"put these rubbish bags out on
The back dock and grab that mop mate
You missed this here black spot
Top chap Scott!" "yeah, up your crack boss"
"now what was that?"
"sweet as boss! you fat cock"
"oh great mate, anybody wanna clean the-"
"bags not" "lock the gate mate
Here's the code for the pad-lock"
"pad-lock?!" flat screen plus laptop
Plus black hoodie equals ka ching jackpot
All I gotta do is get a car and a ski mask
I already know where the
Cunt put the key-card
And there's more squid in his
Safe than at sea mart so when I'm done I can
Probably build a theme park
Then get a jet-plane for me
And my sweet heart
Plus some '0's for the bro's
That'll be mean hot
Oh shit, I forgot the security guard
I guess I gotta keep working for this retard
(it's that)
The day finished and I raced home
Quicker than a red-cross first-aid
Clothes looking dirtier than girls
At the bird cage
Walked through the door looking like
I seen a mermaid dinner on the table for me
Like it was my birthday
"hey how was work babe?"
"haha fucking awesome!" "awesome"
"oh no it was awful, I mean the sauces
Nah I was bored stiff
Had no one to talk with
But, I pulled a couple mean
Dougheys on the forklift, but
How was your day?" "oh, it was okay
Thanks for asking, hey do me up some OJ?"
"Oh shucks, that was dope babe"
"Oh, I'll wash, you dry"
"Oh, what a do-the-dishes-even-though
You-cook-the-food guy
Just sit down babe, chill let the time go"
"But what about the- (dishes) "
"yeah, yeah, yeah, they can dry though"
Then we watched some tv, had a cup of Milo
Then let the night go
Without me shouting like a psycho
And there wasn't no one giving
Orders like a manager
No one looking through my
Texts like 'who's Pamela?'
I was on top of shit like Canada
Turn the lights off
Cross Monday off the calendar night night
Counting all the sheep leap
Flying through my head
Snoring in my deep sleep
Jumping on the stage
Rhyming to this mean beat, then it stopped
And the crowd started yelling 'beep beep'
Then I woke up
(huh?) , colder then a snow cone
Late for my job, think I'll pull a no-show
Dude on my right shoulder's
Like "nah don't go"
Nerd on my left's like "you
Gotta get the dough bro"
Chur bro you're right
But, I'd rather have a doze though "yeah but
What about the bill for the home-phone?"
"yeah but, what about the boss he's a homo
He makes you work all day
Without a fucking smoko?"
Oh fuck, gotta get the dough though
Tryna put my album out and I
Ain't signed a stones throw
So I guess I gotta work until
I get my own show
And watch the whole day go by, it just that
Every day (every day)
Same old shit (same old shit)
Its that Every day (every day)
Same old boring, same old shit
Every day (every day)
Same old shit (same old shit)
Its that every day
Shit that happens to me every day
"Hey if you could mate" (what?)
"put these rubbish bags out on
The back dock and grab that mop mate
You missed this here black spot
Top chap Scott!" "yeah, up your crack boss"
"now what was that?"
"sweet as boss! you fat cock"
"oh great mate, anybody wanna clean the-"
"bags not" "lock the gate mate
Here's the code for the pad-lock"
"pad-lock?!" flat screen plus laptop
Plus black hoodie equals ka ching jackpot
All I gotta do is get a car and a ski mask
I already know where the
Cunt put the key-card
And there's more squid in his
Safe than at sea mart so when I'm done I can
Probably build a theme park
Then get a jet-plane for me
And my sweet heart
Plus some '0's for the bro's
That'll be mean hot
Oh shit, I forgot the security guard
I guess I gotta keep working for this retard
(it's that)
The day finished and I raced home
Quicker than a red-cross first-aid
Clothes looking dirtier than girls
At the bird cage
Walked through the door looking like
I seen a mermaid dinner on the table for me
Like it was my birthday
"hey how was work babe?"
"haha fucking awesome!" "awesome"
"oh no it was awful, I mean the sauces
Nah I was bored stiff
Had no one to talk with
But, I pulled a couple mean
Dougheys on the forklift, but
How was your day?" "oh, it was okay
Thanks for asking, hey do me up some OJ?"
"Oh shucks, that was dope babe"
"Oh, I'll wash, you dry"
"Oh, what a do-the-dishes-even-though
You-cook-the-food guy
Just sit down babe, chill let the time go"
"But what about the- (dishes) "
"yeah, yeah, yeah, they can dry though"
Then we watched some tv, had a cup of Milo
Then let the night go
Without me shouting like a psycho
And there wasn't no one giving
Orders like a manager
No one looking through my
Texts like 'who's Pamela?'
I was on top of shit like Canada
Turn the lights off
Cross Monday off the calendar night night