Sweatshop Union - Day Off Lyrics
(Verse)Yea, it’s getting late in the dayI’m at the breakfast killin, eatin bacon and eggsDrinkin bottomless coffees until I’ve shaken the legsSit here and gaze in the space, just barely stayin awayGot a plate full of ash ground, just smoke some hashHow the hell am I supposed to finish any minute I could pass out?Damn, tryna see through the hazeI’ll have another cup, a cup to get read youThe native pay the waitress, go home and smoke weedYou can say it’s pretty much my only plan that proceed through the day withinI’m stickin to itSo yall can leave me aloneWith your schedules and leave yo message after the toneBe relaxin at home, probly won’t answer the phoneDon’t take it personal, I’m workin through a half of that homegrownSo gone that I barely know my own nameAnd this is how I plan to spend my whole day(Hook)It’s my day off and I ain’t got shit to doCome kick back, relax, smoke a spliff or twoListen to some music and sip some bruz with the crewIf you feel me let yo systems boomNow I got nothing to say***** it, it’s great, let’s kick it back and bust in the nayDump and rollin it all, puff and pass it over to yallThen you can pass it back to me or we can smoke til we fall(Verse)Woke alone, quarter to 7 o’clockI’m not sure, but I think my door is getting a knockAnd that’s odd, most of the time it’s quiet as hellOpen up the door, see what they’re tryin to sellMight as well, it’s a Saturday, louder they singSo witnesses, I forget if I even gathered their nameGrab the pamphlet, moved on to make a sandwich andFound myself letting out a echo in the damn fridge (echo)Man, this ghetto is *****Get on to horn like quick so you can limo some bucks but uhI think that well is dryI’m thinkin hell if I ask myselfIf 25 chances be, I wouldn’t shed a dimeAnd it’s my day off, I’m supposed to be sleepin, right?Wake up it’s noon, do laundry close to the eveningBut now it’s seven, I’m wide awakeMight as well try and make the best of this smokeThe best of this weed and just fly away(Hook)It’s my day off and I ain’t got shit to doCome kick back, relax, smoke a spliff or twoListen to some music and sip some bruz with the crewIf you feel me let yo systems boomNow I got nothing to say***** it, it’s great, let’s kick it back and bust in the nayDump and rollin it all, puff and pass it over to yallThen you can pass it back to me or we can smoke til we fall
