Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Day, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Bad Day |
| Verse 1 |
| Tom Gist: |
| I got problems, naw, I’m no flossin' |
| Notice in the lobby, there’s no high raw |
| No jobs so I’m forced to be a nemesis |
| Notice on my door, them days lead to premises |
| I can’t be a straight dude |
| My girl said «There's something in the oven nigga, and it ain’t food» |
| Sometimes I wanna slap her fuckin' lips off |
| Went to see my P.O. |
| had to drop piss off |
| I remember life was easy playin' kickball |
| Now I’m outcasted like Big Boi, playing with the big boys |
| And my day’s straight horrible |
| Black boy slain, no need to read the article |
| I can’t afford not to be selfish |
| Lookin' for a job is like lookin' for Elvis |
| Got my mind gone halfway |
| Today was a bad day |
| Tom Gist: |
| My nigga just got locked up again and shit |
| (Today was a bad day) |
| Grandma’s gotta go back to the hospital |
| (Today was a bad day) |
| Verse 2 |
| Tom Gist: |
| All I got is my word, a pad and a pen |
| Hey, them jokes ain’t funny today |
| Hey, old folks say son just pray |
| Hey, so I can be broke, old, and gray, nay |
| Barely made it through last night |
| I spent my last on a oil change and there goes the gas, light |
| Damn dude the streets is sour |
| Even papi in a problem now, there’s no more powder |
| Death might be my best bet |
| I’m wildin', throw some beats on in my headset |
| Rob called like «Waddup, duke» |
| «Same shit, yeah, this day was fucked up too» |
| Startin' to feel hungry, lookin' at my watch |
| 'Bout to test my credit at the Chinese spot |
| Stay strong is what my dad say |
| (I hear you talkin' pops) |
| Today was a bad day |
| Tom Gist: |
| Fuckin' label told me I’m not what they lookin' for and shit man |
| (Today was a bad day) |
| Lil' cousin hit me talkin' 'bout she pregnant, she 15 man |
| (Today was a bad day) |
| Verse 3 |
| Cam’ron: |
| Bacon, pig feet, all hog (chitlins) |
| Fall, small, feelin' like O-Dog |
| The F.B.I. |
| got Shiest (Not Bub) |
| Zeke got knocked right, and I almost got life |
| And his bail was a hot price, not nice |
| Y’all shot dice, I got shot twice |
| And the feds heard my murder raps |
| Said my name was Killa, they put me on a murder rap |
| And they know it’s absurd to rat |
| They ask me anyway |
| Nope, I never heard of that |
| My wifey going psycho |
| Said she need the green, not the gecko from Geico |
| Mess wit' her, not the hottest chance |
| Told me write her some letters, only we out of stamps |
| Stood back in my mack stance, lack dance |
| Fine luxury, give him a lap dance |
| Left the crib and I’m posting |
| Squalie pulled me over, scoping |
| What’s the commotion |
| Two people got killed in Harlem |
| Word to say today was a bad day |
| Cam’ron: |
| Today was a bad day |
| Today was a bad day |
| Today was a bad day |
| Today was a bad day |