Leinster Lyrics

Early bird gettin the worm right out the apple

It's a hassle trying to grovel for whoever got the gavel

Lime green vinyl cracked and broken on the gravel

Trying to find your rival and remember who's beside you

When the bills add up and the lights go out

When the pills pile up and the fight comes out

And I run a orange power chord up around the corridor

From the bottom to the third floor right to our door

A couple of weeks of boiling water to bathe

And fuck it load a truck up we leave unscathed

But man it's only been a week and I miss our old weed friends

Slidin grams of hash under the door for the weekend

We're smokin like a chimney drifting over the refinery

Stomach starts growling makes me feel a fond memory

Blunts in the closet baby blades in the kitchen

Dishpit jockey with a pen and a pendant yeh

We gotta grind all week buddy to keep the roof up

To buy a bag of smokes and to smoke up hold up

You know what

We gotta keep the pace up

Hold up baby maybe turn the bass up

You gotta scrape the pipe out to get the resin out

That's what I'm about put the pop bottle to your mouth

I got your serve dog

You gotta serve me next fuck stress

Can't stop smoking or watching the up in smoke tour

Dick's open market but my heart's often spoke for

Fighting embarrassment on the nights I was stoked for

Tryin to bum a couple of brews and some smokes for

You see me at Donnini's I was buying a loosey

Trying to get my pen to work on soap soaked looseleaf

So no it don't move me I'm just drivin it to me

Everything and anything to keep me on two feet

I cast a broad net trying to net from broadcasting

Cats are all next til they see what the grind costs

If you don't love it you should leave it alone

Sometimes you gotta leave for them to love you at home

I drug it out the mud in my basement alone

Just in case it don't go how I want it to go at least know

I showed you how you can flow without lying

I only got this dope from putting the time in

I'm shining dog

We gotta grind all week buddy to keep the roof up

To buy a bag of smokes and to smoke up hold up

You know what

We gotta keep the pace up

Hold up baby maybe turn the bass up

You gotta scrape the pipe out to get the resin out

That's what I'm about put the pop bottle to your mouth

I got your serve dog

You gotta serve me next fuck stress