(john Proctor)
Feels like a sunday afternoon, woke up at 2 call from my brother sayin' whatcha doing
I said I'll call you later, sat up and watched bigger, richer men throw the ball around amusing
it was weird, this is precisely what I feared that after all these years I'd become a consumer
Man FUCK THIS SHIT
I'll go outside a bit Dex needs a walk anyway I roll an itty bitty J
I earned it, waking up while the suns burning?
my goals may be low but my plan isn't just to get old
and be a push over for some dude in a suit
eating excrement of the man above you
to get a better pay at the end of the day what's the point
this time I roll a big 'ol joint and call my friends over
to roast it and waste our brains away
watching the tube is getting in the way of building up capacity
in the mental, instrumental from the dental
lying through my teeth and talking shit when I speak.

(Kid Brash)
Dude, Big Lebowski's on
Charles Bukowski
On a Sunday afternoon
Catch me on my couch lounging
All I gotta do is feed my dog
bake the sleep away
Roaches in the doobie ashtray
Who's to blame
I do this to relax you follow me
To get away from all those people who can't swallow me
Tolerate my nature to say fuck the rat race
In my head space
Papers stashed in the bookcase
Tooth paste taste great with Apple juice and a 8th
Or a glass of citrus
Like, who can relate
I got as many years in it
As lighters on my dresser, yes sir
I gotta fess up, and dress up from the neck down clownin
workin year round countin'
Jammin Wu tang and the shoalin
Throw on my cheap sunglasses
Go hitting the pavement
Listening to let it be by The Replacements
We are the bastards of young
In the flesh
Maybe my generation's the worst or the best
I can't decide
Anyway, I hop in the ride, and it won't turnover
Havin problems all the time

(Illicit D)
(Got'Damn, it's sunday!)
Eyes shut to hide my pupils from the sun rays
I'm already stressin' over school on munday(fuck monday)
Today I'll take it easay, like Lionel Richay(Lionel Richie)
'Head is ice-pickin' cus the José, we drank yesterday
I need some cannabay(cannabis) to relieve this migraine, I'm in pain!
But last night was well worth this over-hang
Or at least i think it was, i can't remember nothin' mayne
Man!
Slip of paper in my pocket that i got while spittin' game; thought it woulda' had a number, but it only had a name
Fuckin' lame!
At least the weed is on the way
I gotta get lifted, I been fiendin' all day(damn mayne)
As soon as i chief, I'm getting something to eat
Damn near passed out, while cooking the beef(shit!)
Eye lids extra heavy, obese from the kief
This sunday was shit!
Man, I'm going back to sleep!
...Man! This sunday was shit, now I'm goin' back to sleep