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letra de mum's stash - home brew

[chorus]
twenty bag, fifty bag, hundred bag
goodie bag, best sh-t that i ever had
got the bag, now i got it by the duffel bag
but i remember i used to tax it out my mum’s stash
twenty bag, fifty bag, hundred bag
goodie bag, best sh-t that i ever had
got the bag, then i blew it on another bag
but i remember i used to tax it out my mum’s stash

[verse 1]
you and my mother on the backdoor step
and i can hear her laughing from my top bunk bed
and the music was playing and my uncle bob said
something like, “john, never let us down”
every time that you comе around, everything was all good
nevеr no smoke, never no backchat
and i never really understood how one toke could make me flash back
all the way to my childhood
like a wormhole that i entered out of a sh-t hole that we rented, we ascended out of the egocentric, into another dimension
pulling the guts out of the blunts that we dismembered
then rolled on the cover of old lps that we re-invented
on the dole, serving a sentence that began as a friendship
that would soon become a dependence, and i didn’t come here to defend it
but i still feel no way ’bout years i threw away
up in the back alley with a big bag of that afghani from south cali to west auckland
me and mary, sharing dairy to don cherry
bong water on a futon, light dom perignon
voluntarily too gone to really care
old lady all up in my ear, trying to tell me truths i don’t wanna hear
“why you ain’t going anywhere?”
i said, “maybe i’m already there”
have you ever thought about that?
i was just drifting on, i was just drifting it back like
[chorus]
twenty bag, fifty bag, hundred bag
goodie bag, best sh-t that i ever had
got the bag, now i got it by the duffel bag
but i remember i used to tax it out my mum’s stash
twenty bag, fifty bag, hundred bag
goodie bag, best sh-t that i ever had
got the bag, then i blew it on another bag
but i remember i used to tax it out my mum’s stash

[bridge]
take the rain from the clouds, give it back to the trees
take the key from the leaf, bag it up for the fiends
take the bag from my man, buy a feed for my seeds
take the joy from my boys, put that back into the beat

[verse 2]
i’m under the house, up in the tent
checking my back when i’m checking the tip
cut these loops, cut these stems
mixed these tracks, stir these chems
pulled bout two and i made ’bout ten
i payed my dues and then my rent
keep the humidity thirty percent
and i keep my humility, never forget
back then, back when, when i was selling twenties out the sleepout
and my mum found a tinfoil underneath the bed, had a little freakout
and i told her i’m going to steek’s house, then we sneaked out down town
got in a beef down queen street, we were three deep, jono got the beatdown
we were beat, so we just beat the feet, i feel bad but it’s sweet now
these are just some yarns from the old days that i can speak ’bout
had to leave out a couple things and some details that i bleeped out
ain’t tryna bring any police ’round, but i been cutting these trees down
like mike smith, and it’s all good (it’s all good) ’til its not
who gives a f-ck about the law force (law force), ’til they knock?
who gives a f-ck about a opp ’til they’re downstairs and they tryna pick a lock
in your kid’s bedroom window while your little man still sleeping in his cot
what you know about a kinda mole that’ll run the roots and k!ll the crop?
thinking that you a big shot ’til you get f-cked by a little moth
it’s a hard job tryna play god, bruv can’t even be a little off
what you gonna do when its getting hot? bruv, i got it sussed to the kilowatt, what, what?
[chorus]
twenty bag, fifty bag, hundred bag
goodie bag, best sh-t that i ever had
got the bag, now i got it by the duffel bag
but i remember i used to tax it out my mum’s stash
twenty bag, fifty bag, hundred bag
goodie bag, best sh-t that i ever had
got the bag, then i blew it on another bag
but i remember i used to tax it out my mum’s stash

- home brew

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