Muph & Plutonic - The Day Off lyrics

[Answering Machine] Hey Muph it's Frank man Umm I know it's your day off Look James has called in sick and I really need you to come in man I know it's your day off bro but your really doing me a big favour, yeh Give me a call as soon as you get this message man I know your there [Muph] Ahhhhh f** This time was supposed to be mine now I gotta give it back to them This time was supposed to be mine now I gotta give it back to them This time was supposed to be mine now I gotta give it back to them This time was supposed to be mine now I gotta f**ing give it back to them [Verse 1] The day off I wait for a breather Fly over the grind and then seize up Who cares, alarm clock and freezer At it's best no stress, put ya feet up And you can get with me, chuck a sickie Pull a shifty and hit the high road, dismiss the dizzy Over-exerted busy inner-citty gritty-grind in between the five toes The light load lift, daytime TV zone when I don't do sh** But still offload any constipation making me think We want double sided tapes so either way today we'll stick or play this Make this 24 hour shape shift Holding to the click which sits with the heart beats, get drugged They say you only live once so I'm not gonna be tight with my slight income The day off - when we finally win some [Chorus] So raise your hands if you can be bothered It's your day off For the days that we actually did what we wanted It's your day off Believe me there's gonna be more I promise It's your day off For the days that we actually did what we wanted It's your day off [Verse 2] It's not the day off but the night before I get blindmind(ed) n find my report(?) Doesn't matter no wake up call I find these moments of freedom are yours And I'ma keep drinkin until it's not fun I'm not picky, hit me with a shot to get the job done So the issues will cling to all the other lost ones Head out to the car quick to call "shotgun!" Drop punt a bottle, full throttle through the air Fully loaded Ford escorting us to the bear barron land To the snare where we salivated The celebreations we spit on the spaces taken I'm out late and we've been paying in time for this No longer waiting stumbled to outside for a spliff Filled these short term toast to it's top And make the most of our time like we ain't got jobs [Chorus] {2X}