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Bad Day
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bad Day was released on November 3, 2017 by Tranquil Minds as a part of the album Lost
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AlbumLost
Release DateNovember 3, 2017
LabelTranquil Minds
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dev the Follower
Dev the Follower
Songwriter

Lyrics

I just woke up and started having a bad day
Nothing that you did, I’m just having a bad day
Everything’s just heating up like a microwave
Could be ‘cause I dropped everything and my life’s at stake
(x2)
Listen, I’m just tryna make this shit worth it
Get the fuck out of my face so I can get working
I don’t need no distractions just ‘cause this bitch thirsty
But got damn, this motherfuckin’ bitch curvy
I’m the best, you can’t place a price on this jersey
I got a lot on my lip like it is dip thirty
Yes, I’m tryna make it to the top this early
Try and stop me and I’ll cook you like rotisserie
You a chicken, try to step, I’ll smoke your bitch kitchen
When I pull up on yo block, you know that I will give friction
You know I ain’t scared to fire off from this distance
Blow your brains out… Just like that your head is missing
Push my buttons and you’ll find out who the fuck I am
Disappear in thin air like I’m Peter Pan
I’m the man, 30 rounds like Afghanistan
Turn you green eggs & ham because Sam I Am
I just woke up and started having a bad day
Nothing that you did, I’m just having a bad day
Everything’s just heating up like a microwave
Could be ‘cause I dropped everything and my life’s at stake
(x2)
Look, get ‘em hooked, like I’m Captain Hook
When I’m fishing for the shark you know they come biting at my foot
I ain’t scared, look at all the L’s that I took
Filet the fish and then I’ll smoke ‘em like a fry cook
My haters wanna box until they get a right hook
Running from the cut they already know how the sky look
Absolutely no effort is what this rhyme took
PSA, I don’t write raps; I write books
Yes, I’m capable of making people’s life end (whoa)
Piss me off and you might just see the nine bend
I can’t trust a soul; these people are not my friends
Spitting heat until I die like fire breathing dragons
I’m a lyricist, climbing to the top of the pyramid
The fear in this appears to be peered from their embarrassment
Held me for ransom, tired to cut off my flanges, the intangible cannibal, Hannibal Lector with the animals
I just woke up and started having a bad day
Nothing that you did, I’m just having a bad day
Everything’s just heating up like a microwave
Could be ‘cause I dropped everything and my life’s at stake
(x2)
Written by: Dev the Follower
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