Dropout Kings — Bad Day

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“Hello?”
“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 mothaf*ckas 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 f*ck away mothaf*cka been a bad day

6 o’clock my alarm goes off, me? I’m barely f*ckin’ conscious
Dealin’ with this nonsense, obnoxious. Barkin’ from the dog, enough
Open up my window, tell the neighbor, “STFU”
Ain’t no coffee in my pantry and I’m thirsty and sh*t, 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 sh*t
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 p*ssed, hang the phone up, “call me back when you’re not such a b*tch”
Threw my sh*t 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
f*ck it
Maybe I should throw it all away, I’m gettin’ sick of every day
They work me like a f*cking slave
Barely eatin’ off of minimum wage, feelin’ like i’m trapped in a f*ckin 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 man 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 sh*t!”, 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 (bougie) as f*ck
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 di*k!”
Smacked the papers on the floor, and said, “f*ck 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
f*ck it
Maybe I should throw it all away, I’m gettin’ sick of every day
They work me like a f*cking slave
Barely eatin’ off of minimum wage, feelin’ like i’m trapped in a f*ckin cage

It’s been a bad day
Damn, it’s been a bad day
It’s been a bad day
f*ck it, imma live it my way

I got these mothaf*ckas 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 f*ck away mmothaf*cka been a bad day

It’s been a bad day (x3)
Stay the f*ck away, mothaf*cka
Been a bad day