Sunday (Hidden Track - I'm Gunna)
I threw away the bottles from the Wednesday, emptied out the ash tray
And tidied up the shack it was looking like the Bat Cave
Filled up the gas tank, chucked out the hash cake
And played back the tunes that I rapped from my flatmate
Took a couple aspirins so I could kill the back pain
I got from Monday runnin in the rat race
Told my girl I'm sorry, she like "sweet as baby,
______ we're having dinner at my mum and dad's place"
Cool, I'll be there at 6, grabbed the new pair of kicks,
Took a beer out the fridge, then I disappeared to Gibb's
Had some spots, jammed on the XBox, Gibb's making headshots,
I'm covered in red dots. Then we took the ____ off,
Threw away the hand grenades,
Tried to beat the hacky record that we made on Saturday
Munched a bit of carrot cake Gibby's girl's nana made
and talked a bit about the Warriors Paramatta game
Then we sat round, then light flowed to black
Then, "Hey bro, what's the time bro?"
"It's 5 bro, why's that?"
"Gotta leave bro", "Yeah I gotta go get a feed bro"
"Gotta gap", "Yeah mean bro", "Yeah sweet bro",
"Yeah peace bro", "I'll be back", then zooooom!
Zapped up the road like a mad man,
cos there ain't nothin like my girl's mum's roast lamb
You see I love my missus' folks like my own fam,
Because they love me for my faults and my toe jams.
Plus I'm hella tight with the little bro and,
I can even sit around and laugh with the old man,
And I don't know why, but I feel so high,
Sittin watchin telly with them like Roseanne
Anyway, I was sippin on a nice Ice beer
Chillin with the pops on my right like "Cheers!"
And that's when I sparked up my bright idea,
I should write bout stuff like this night right here
Then 9 turned to 10, "Goodnight mum, I love you"
"Cheers for the beer ____, shot for the grub ____"
And then another day was gone in a heartbeat,
And then this week turned to last week
And then I heard that little voice in my head ask me,
"Hey what's it all about Tom? What are we?"
I thought about it for a minute, ________
And then the next thing, I woke up to my alarm beep *beep beep beep*
Just another week
And it goes one for the Monday, two for the Tuesday,
three for the Wednesday night
And I'll be high on a Thursday, drunk on a Friday,
Saturday Sunday life
Yeah it goes one for the Monday, two for the Tuesday,
three for the Wednesday night
And I'll be high on a Thursday, drunk on a Friday,
Saturday Sunday
Life, life, life
This is my life, life, life
Shot, shot for listening
That was just last week man, just everyday bullshit
And tidied up the shack it was looking like the Bat Cave
Filled up the gas tank, chucked out the hash cake
And played back the tunes that I rapped from my flatmate
Took a couple aspirins so I could kill the back pain
I got from Monday runnin in the rat race
Told my girl I'm sorry, she like "sweet as baby,
______ we're having dinner at my mum and dad's place"
Cool, I'll be there at 6, grabbed the new pair of kicks,
Took a beer out the fridge, then I disappeared to Gibb's
Had some spots, jammed on the XBox, Gibb's making headshots,
I'm covered in red dots. Then we took the ____ off,
Threw away the hand grenades,
Tried to beat the hacky record that we made on Saturday
Munched a bit of carrot cake Gibby's girl's nana made
and talked a bit about the Warriors Paramatta game
Then we sat round, then light flowed to black
Then, "Hey bro, what's the time bro?"
"It's 5 bro, why's that?"
"Gotta leave bro", "Yeah I gotta go get a feed bro"
"Gotta gap", "Yeah mean bro", "Yeah sweet bro",
"Yeah peace bro", "I'll be back", then zooooom!
Zapped up the road like a mad man,
cos there ain't nothin like my girl's mum's roast lamb
You see I love my missus' folks like my own fam,
Because they love me for my faults and my toe jams.
Plus I'm hella tight with the little bro and,
I can even sit around and laugh with the old man,
And I don't know why, but I feel so high,
Sittin watchin telly with them like Roseanne
Anyway, I was sippin on a nice Ice beer
Chillin with the pops on my right like "Cheers!"
And that's when I sparked up my bright idea,
I should write bout stuff like this night right here
Then 9 turned to 10, "Goodnight mum, I love you"
"Cheers for the beer ____, shot for the grub ____"
And then another day was gone in a heartbeat,
And then this week turned to last week
And then I heard that little voice in my head ask me,
"Hey what's it all about Tom? What are we?"
I thought about it for a minute, ________
And then the next thing, I woke up to my alarm beep *beep beep beep*
Just another week
And it goes one for the Monday, two for the Tuesday,
three for the Wednesday night
And I'll be high on a Thursday, drunk on a Friday,
Saturday Sunday life
Yeah it goes one for the Monday, two for the Tuesday,
three for the Wednesday night
And I'll be high on a Thursday, drunk on a Friday,
Saturday Sunday
Life, life, life
This is my life, life, life
Shot, shot for listening
That was just last week man, just everyday bullshit
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