Rent Week

[Verse 1: Trials] We twist the lock like Ramirez: grab it and push Dragging a foot like cavemen dragging a puss No money, no rent, no way, no bed Moved out, I’m on the couch, top to toe with the Vents It’s drinking all week, it’s all of the money off the tour It’s rinse and repeat, given the Oars dis' for the morgue It’s spinning the beats drunk till sun like Gary Busey Suck up and say “Babe”, till she’s saying “That’ll do pig” [Verse 2: Vents] There's Suffa in the city skip then I had a bad pinger Now I’m in the gutter, fuckin' broke, puff a smoke from a Winnie Cigar Rhyme my blow last, but a jug glass Other lines of coke, give my liver time to soak Bon Scott, kind of bloke, passed out in the car I’m the son cast out from the farm Hear this blast out from the calm like a child squealing Pass the bottle, we could chase that feeling [Hook: Suffa] I’m sorry that I’m drunk, I’m sorry that I went on I’m sorry that I’m broke and that I spent all the rent But that’s me and that’s all I’ll ever be There’s some things, some things that I’ll never be I’m sorry that I’m drunk, I’m sorry that I went on I’m sorry that I’m broke and that I spent all the rent But that’s me and that’s all I’ll ever be There’s some things, some things that I’ll never be [Verse 3: Briggs] Bank account overdrawn sheet, over this Passed out on the lawn getting poked by the neighbour’s kids With sticks, pockets and wallet, moss and lint Rent money, that’s gone, yeah I know where it is I took it to the bar, and I invested in me At the gentleman’s club, in the stripper’s G You gotta see the bigger picture, a financial lesson I put it back in the economy to fight the recession [Verse 4: Suffa] You know the score in the morning man, it's boring, your yawning (You want to see that girls dress on the floor in the morning) Nah, I got a girl, but if she let all of these whores in I’d have four in the morning, pawing and clawing at four in the morning Stealing and pouring till I don’t know the ceiling from floor and If I’m kneeling and crawling, lost my keys in an all-in brawl So, when they're done knocking on my door Like a Mormon at three in the morning, like… [Hook: Suffa] I’m sorry that I’m drunk, I’m sorry that I went on I’m sorry that I’m broke and that I spent all the rent But that’s me and that’s all I’ll ever be There’s some things, some things that I’ll never be I’m sorry that I’m drunk, I’m sorry that I went on I’m sorry that I’m broke and that I spent all the rent But that’s me and that’s all I’ll ever be There’s some things, some things that I’ll never be [Verse 5: Hons] Molly says Matt lives here but every pay day It’s like Jack lives here with six cases of beer I’m a slave to the bottle, bro, ain't changed You can find my name under “Do not serve” at my Bottle-O (Shit) Ain’t even like my rent’s steep Only like four bottles or one ninety a week Tell my landlord his check will be there in spirit On my to-do list with Jack, Johnny and Chivas [Verse 6: Pressure] If sleep is the cousin of death Then passed out is the step brother, drunk and a mess With rum on his breath, guzzling a tonne of regrets And neither cousin will be coming until nothing is left Money’s like a new album, I hold it then drop it Now either there’s a hole in my pocket or someone’s Stolen my wallet, it pays interesting girls, the more you earn The more you lose, we live in the most simplest of worlds [Hook: Suffa] I’m sorry that I’m drunk, I’m sorry that I went on I’m sorry that I’m broke and that I spent all the rent But that’s me and that’s all I’ll ever be There’s some things, some things that I’ll never be I’m sorry that I’m drunk, I’m sorry that I went on I’m sorry that I’m broke and that I spent all the rent But that’s me and that’s all I’ll ever be There’s some things, some things that I’ll never be [Verse 7: Sesta] Fresh off tour and I’m broke in both sense of the word Till X got rent and it went to the birds I spent it on her, went to the bar And the rest in the breath test machine cause I’m taking the car Uh, Marcelo beat that will keep me from going under Yeah, that’s wicked and all, just give me Trigger’s number, brother No doubting about the way that I feel Because dirty money’s still paying my bills, and that’s real