[Interlude]

"All right, good week, guys, ah, see you on Monday

Yeah, nah" "Yeah, whatever you fat fuck" "Great stuff, guys

Great, great work" "Hey, Tom, you should come round to my

Pad after work, man" "Yeah, bro, I'm off, ayy. Oh, yeah, I'd love to, bro"

"Play some Xbox" "But so busy, bro. So busy" Oh, you sure, man?"

"I'll give you a text, bro. I'll give you a text"

"Oh, just... but you haven't got my number, bro!

I'll see you, Monday, bro!"

[Chorus: Tom Scott, Esther Stephens]

And I'm living for right now

I just wanna blaze my mind now

So if you got bud then light up

Tonight, we're gonna smoke till lights out

Yeah, and I'm on my way to high town

So everybody pass the wine round

It's just another Friday night out

And all I'm thinkin' 'bout is right now

[Verse 1: Tom Scott, Esther Stephens]

Yeah, it's three to six, and I need a fix

So I take my bike down to PAK'nSAVE, 'cause they got cheaper licks

Feeling sick like I've been eating bricks

'Cause all that I got inside the pantry is Weet-Bix and Eta chips

And all the bud I got is seeds and sticks

So I text my bro, 'cause he let's me do the cheeky ticks

Then get a feed at Vic, eat it quick, leave a tip

Sweet, that's it, need to skip back to base, clean the kicks

I spend the whole week rapping alone

In a shack on my own, now I'm back in the zone

So I pick up the phone while I'm packing a cone

"What you doing, bro?" "Jack" "Where you at?" "I'm at home"

"Sweet bro, bring a box of heiny and a pipe 'round

Then we'll get a cab, get it to drop us off by town

Heard there's something happening at this place, kinda high-brow"

"All right, pal, I'm down. When you gonna ride 'round?"

"Ha, right now" "Chur, bro"

Box under my arm, kick my bike into turbo

I heard that Substance is up at Fu Bar

Brody's playing up at Khuja, so I'm down if you are

Anywhere but Asta, that's a fag bar

That's where all the dogs go 'cause that's where the cats are

You know all the Cheetahs looking for a Jaguar

Cats drinking tigers, rap stars in dad's car

All I really wanna do is chill with my oddballs

And drink drive through the cop stops in a hotbox

I'm goin' to [?] where the cats pop lock

With a couple scotch shots, shit, I might just do some top rocks

Anything could happen when I'm high off spots

Doing foxtrots, poppin' pills like they're cough drops

We in the chop block clubs full of top dogs

In odd socks and tops that I got from op shops

[Chorus: Tom Scott, Esther Stephens]

Living for right now

Yeah, I just wanna blaze my mind now

So if you got bud then light up

Tonight, we're gonna smoke till lights out

Yeah, yeah, and I'm on my way to high town

So everybody pass the wine round

It's just another Friday night out

And all I'm thinkin' 'bout is right now

[Verse 2: Tom Scott, Esther Stephens]

I ain't out on the town yelling out cash bank

Chasing a flash skank

That's always on E, like my gas tank

Ain't in the club on a wife hunt

Where the bouncer's got a small dick so he acts like one

That's why I steer clear of anywhere near there

'Cause the beer there's dearer than a flippin' airfare

And I don't fit in with my weird gear

Need to go somewhere like Cheers where everybody's [?] there

I like the quiet clubs, no one likes

Cheap shacks with broken lights, sweet cats and open mics

Relax and smoking pipes, just moving to the next

With nothing on my mind and Truent on the decks

Or some other DJ B-grade junkie

Like some Mariner recluse or just something funky

I'm into Stormin' Norman, I love Manuel Bundy

But I'm kinda g-g-g-g-goofy and gumby

But right now I'm pretty wasted

Might go and watch the Unseen play at Basement

Wish that Opensouls were on, man, they're my favourite

Bjorn, he's the man, and that dude on the bass chip

I'm gonna paint the town like a spray-can

See the same band from last week, 'cause they were way bad

And if they ain't, text my mate Sam

'Cause he's the kinda dude that knows the kinda dude with an escape plan

I'm feeling like some kind of funk might be kinda fun

Might see the Shade till they're playing up at Rising Sun

Then No Keys is in, playing '90s thump

Then Julien Dyne at 1, that guy can drum

So whether I'll be on the brew, white wine, or rum

I'm gonna be fucked up when the night is done

I'm on a mission to find the fun

I got a liver made of steel and an iron lung, and I say

[Chorus: Tom Scott, Esther Stephens]

Right now

Yeah, I just wanna blaze my mind now

So if you got bud then light up

Tonight, we're gonna blze till lights out

Yeah, and I'm on my way to high town

So everybody pass the wine round

It's just another Friday night out (It's just another Friday)

And all I'm thinkin' 'bout is right now (Right now)

[Interlude: Tom Scott]

Yeah

'Cause it ain't, "Let's all get by-day"

It's all "Let's get high-day"

Let's get fucked up sideways, y'know? It's Friday

So don't kill my buzz like fly spray

Fuck those games that your mind plays

This ain't the ice age

It's Friday, yeah, and we're living for

[Bridge: Tom Scott & Esther Stephens]

Slow down, everybody, just

Slow down, if you got it, then

Roll it up (Uh)

If you wanna get stoned now, don't hold out

Slow down, everybody, just

Slow down, if you got it, then

Roll it up (Uh)

If you wanna get stoned now, don't hold out

[Outro: Esther Stephens]

One of these things is good for us

The other is just enough

So make your mind up

'Fore your time's up

The message is right in front of us

You better not miss the bus

So don't you break down

Let’s escape now

Baby