Day Off - Sweatshop Union

Yea, it’s getting late in the day

I’m at the breakfast killin, eatin bacon and eggs

Drinkin bottomless coffees until I’ve shaken the legs

Sit here and gaze in the space, just barely stayin away

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 cup, a cup to get read you

The native 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 yall can leave me alone

With your schedules and leave yo message after the tone

Be relaxin at home, probly won’t answer the phone

Don’t take it personal, I’m workin through a half of that homegrown

So gone that I barely know my own name

And this is how I plan to spend my whole day

(Hook)

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 bruz with the crew

If you feel me let yo systems boom

Now I got nothing to say

Fuck it, it’s great, let’s kick it back and bust in the nay

Dump and rollin it all, puff and pass it over to yall

Then you can pass it back to me or we can smoke til we fall

(Verse)

Woke alone, quarter to 7 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, louder they sing

So 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 to horn like 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 best of this weed and just fly away

(Hook)

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 bruz with the crew

If you feel me let yo systems boom

Now I got nothing to say

Fuck it, it’s great, let’s kick it back and bust in the nay

Dump and rollin it all, puff and pass it over to yall

Then you can pass it back to me or we can smoke til we fall