Bad Day

“Hello?”
“Hey Eddie it's 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 okay?”
“*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

Six o’clock my alarm goes off, me? 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’ 'cause I'm 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!”
When I asked him for some help
Could I get the assist
He ain’t even answer back
Just sat there and laughed
Called me unprofessional ‘cause 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’ bougie 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’ 'cause I'm 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, I'mma 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 mothafucka been a bad day

It’s been a bad day
It’s been a bad day
It’s been a bad day
Stay the fuck away, mothafucka
Been a bad day