Lyrics Day Off - Sweatshop Union

Day Off

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