Rent Week

[Verse 1: Trials]

We twist the lock like Ramirez: grab it and push

Dragging a foot like cavemen dragging a bush

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

[Chorus: 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, moths 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, you're yawning

Do you wanna see that girl's 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 mornin', pawin' and clawin' at four in the mornin'

Stealin' and pourin' till I don’t know the ceilin' from floor and

If I’m kneelin' or crawlin', lost my keys in an all-in brawl

So, when they're done knockin' on my door

Like a Mormon at three in the morning, like…

[Chorus: 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]

My lease 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

[Chorus: 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