Mum’s Stash Home Brew

[Chorus]
Twenty bag, fifty bag, hundred bag
Goodie bag, best shit 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 shit 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 shit 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