Sweatshop Union - Day Off lyrics
[Sweatshop Union - Day Off lyrics]
Yeah, it’s getting late in the day
I’m at the breakfast chillin'
Eatin' bacon and eggs
Drinkin' bottomless coffees until I
Shake in the legs
Sit here and gaze in the space
Just barely staying awake
Got a plate full of ash ground
Just smoke some hash
How the hell am I supposed to finish
Any minute I could pass out?
Damn, tryna see through the haze
I’ll have another couple cups
And get rejuvenated
Pay the waitress, go home and smoke weed
You can say it’s pretty much my only
Plan that proceed through the day within
I’m stickin' to it
So y'all can leave me alone
With your schedules and leave your
Message after the tone be relaxin' at home
Prob'ly won’t answer the phone
Don’t take it personal
I’m workin' through a half of that home-grown
So zoned out I barely know my own name
And this is how I plan to spend my whole day
It’s my day off and I ain’t got shit to do
Come kick back, relax, smoke a spliff or two
Listen to some music and sip
Some brews with the crew
If you feel me let your systems boom
Now I got nothing to say
But fuck it, it’s great
Let’s kick it back and bustin' an eighth
Up and rollin' it all
Puff and pass it over to y'all
Then you can pass it back to me
Or we can smoke til we fall
Woke alone, quarter to seven o’clock
I’m not sure
But, I think my door is getting a knock
And that’s odd
Most of the time it’s quiet as hell
Open up the door
See what they’re tryin' to sell
Might as well, it’s a Saturday
Latter Day Saints or Witnesses
I forget if I even gathered their name
Grab the pamphlet
Moved on to make a sandwich and
Found myself letting out a echo
In the damn fridge (echo)
Man, this ghetto is fuck
Get on the horn right quick so you
Can limo some bucks but uh
I think that well is dry
I’m thinkin' hell if I ask myself
If 25 chances be, I wouldn’t shed a dime
And it’s my day off, I’m
Supposed to be sleepin', right?
Wake up it’s noon
Do laundry close to the evening
But now it’s seven, I’m wide awake
Might as well try and make
The best of this smoke
The rest of this weed and just fly away
It’s my day off and I ain’t got shit to do
Come kick back, relax, smoke a spliff or two
Listen to some music and sip
Some brews with the crew
If you feel me let your systems boom
Now I got nothing to say
But fuck it, it’s great
Let’s kick it back and bustin' an eighth
Up and rollin' it all
Puff and pass it over to y'all
Then you can pass it back to me
Or we can smoke til we fall
I’m at the breakfast chillin'
Eatin' bacon and eggs
Drinkin' bottomless coffees until I
Shake in the legs
Sit here and gaze in the space
Just barely staying awake
Got a plate full of ash ground
Just smoke some hash
How the hell am I supposed to finish
Any minute I could pass out?
Damn, tryna see through the haze
I’ll have another couple cups
And get rejuvenated
Pay the waitress, go home and smoke weed
You can say it’s pretty much my only
Plan that proceed through the day within
I’m stickin' to it
So y'all can leave me alone
With your schedules and leave your
Message after the tone be relaxin' at home
Prob'ly won’t answer the phone
Don’t take it personal
I’m workin' through a half of that home-grown
So zoned out I barely know my own name
And this is how I plan to spend my whole day
It’s my day off and I ain’t got shit to do
Come kick back, relax, smoke a spliff or two
Listen to some music and sip
Some brews with the crew
If you feel me let your systems boom
Now I got nothing to say
But fuck it, it’s great
Let’s kick it back and bustin' an eighth
Up and rollin' it all
Puff and pass it over to y'all
Then you can pass it back to me
Or we can smoke til we fall
Woke alone, quarter to seven o’clock
I’m not sure
But, I think my door is getting a knock
And that’s odd
Most of the time it’s quiet as hell
Open up the door
See what they’re tryin' to sell
Might as well, it’s a Saturday
Latter Day Saints or Witnesses
I forget if I even gathered their name
Grab the pamphlet
Moved on to make a sandwich and
Found myself letting out a echo
In the damn fridge (echo)
Man, this ghetto is fuck
Get on the horn right quick so you
Can limo some bucks but uh
I think that well is dry
I’m thinkin' hell if I ask myself
If 25 chances be, I wouldn’t shed a dime
And it’s my day off, I’m
Supposed to be sleepin', right?
Wake up it’s noon
Do laundry close to the evening
But now it’s seven, I’m wide awake
Might as well try and make
The best of this smoke
The rest of this weed and just fly away
It’s my day off and I ain’t got shit to do
Come kick back, relax, smoke a spliff or two
Listen to some music and sip
Some brews with the crew
If you feel me let your systems boom
Now I got nothing to say
But fuck it, it’s great
Let’s kick it back and bustin' an eighth
Up and rollin' it all
Puff and pass it over to y'all
Then you can pass it back to me
Or we can smoke til we fall