Bad Day

"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