Album Cover Bad Day

Bad Day

Dropout Kings

4

"Hey eddie its dave, your manager

Uhh I know it′s your day off and everything, but I think you're

Gonna have to come in tracy says she′s sick today""You can't be serious man"

"I am though, you're gonna have to come in and

Finish those reports that we talked about ok?"

"*pssh* aight′"

"Alright, bye"

I got these mothafuckas looking at me sideways

Still I wonder how I′m gettin' all these migraines

I got a dollar, with a week, til payday

Stay the fuck away mothafucka been a bad day

6 o′clock my alarm goes off, I mean I'm barely fuckin′ conscious

Dealin' with this nonsense, obnoxious. Barkin′ from the dog, enough

Open up my window, tell the neighbor, "shut the fuck up"

Ain't no coffee in my pantry and I'm thirsty and shit

Up the throttle, crack a bottle of the juice and the gin

Puttin′ on my favorite shirt to wear to work and it ripped

Get a text from my girl, said she over my shit

I don′t even know the reasons I be goin' through this

Had to call her and the drama pourin′ out from her lips

I can't even get a word in

And it′s making me pissed, hang the phone up

"Call me back when you're not such a bitch"

Threw my shit up at the wall, and now I′m outta the crib

Hit the car, oh my god, ain't no gas in the whip

Starting yellin' at myself, someone heard and came to help

They asked me what was wrong and I fed em′ a fist

Why′s the whole world filled with liars

Blazin' everything like wildfire

Swervin′ cuz im faded

On the road, ragin' I can′t take it and I can't change it

Fuck it

Maybe I should throw it all away, I′m gettin' sick of every day

They work me like a fucking slave

Barely eatin' off of minimum wage

Feelin′ like i′m trapped in a fuckin cage

Show up to work with a frown on my face

Try to smile, act polite, but, it's hard to be fake

In my aura, there′s a darkness that I think they can taste

When I'm walkin′ down the hall they just get out the way

And I see there's a stack full of papers to work

With a note on the top, "Get them done by the 1st!"

Lookin′ over at my boss with his feet on his desk

A cigar in his mouth, and some ash on his chest

Start to thinkin' "why he manager? He lazy as shit!"

Went and asked him for some help, could I get the assist

He ain't even answer back

Just sat there and laughed

Called me unprofessional ′cuz my shirt got a rip

Now I′m thinkin "maybe I can rig a bomb in his truck?"

In my mind I got the 9, and I'm loadin′ it up

Gettin' sick of all these people actin′ boujee as fuck

Spent a dollar on a snickers

The machine got it stuck

I don't even think that I can keep my temper in check

No luck, no love, and I get no respect

Went back to my boss told him, "Suck on my dick!"

Smacked the papers on the floor, and said, "Fuck you, I quit!"

Why′s the whole world filled with liars

Blazin' everything like wildfire

Swervin' cuz im faded. On the road

Ragin′ I can′t take it and I can't change it

Fuck it

Maybe I should throw it all away, I′m gettin' sick of every day

They work me like a fucking slave

Barely eatin′ off of minimum wage

Feelin' like i′m trapped in a fuckin cage

It's been a bad day

Damn, it's been a bad day

It′s been a bad day

Fuck it, imma live it my way

I got these mothafuckas looking at me sideways

Still I wonder how I′m gettin all these migraines

I got a dollar, with a week, til payday

Stay the fuck away mmothafucka been a bad day

It's been a bad day

Stay the fuck away, mothafucka

Been a bad day