Lyrics

(Verse) 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 (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 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 (Verse) 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 (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 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