| «Hello?»
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| «Hey eddie its dave, your manager, uhh I know it’s your day off and everything,
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| but I think you’re gonna have to come in (tracy?) says she’s sick today.»
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| «You can’t be serious man»
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| «I am though, you’re gonna have to come in and finish those reports that we
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| talked about ok?»
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| «*pssh* aight'»
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| «Alright, bye»
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| I got these mothafuckas looking at me sideways
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| Still I wonder how I’m gettin' all these migraines
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| I got a dollar, with a week, til payday, stay the fuck away mothafucka been a
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| bad day
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| 4 o’clock my alarm goes off, I mean I’m barely fuckin' conscious
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| Dealin' with this nonsense, obnoxious. |
| Barkin' from the dog, enough
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| Open up my window, tell the neighbor, «STFU»
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| Ain’t no coffee in my pantry and I’m thirsty and shit, up the throttle,
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| crack a bottle of the juice and the gin
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| Puttin' on my favorite shirt to wear to work and it ripped. |
| Get a text from my
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| girl, said she over my shit
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| I don’t even know the reasons I be goin' through this. |
| Had to call her and the
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| drama pourin' out from her lips
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| I can’t even get a word in, and it’s making me pissed, hang the phone up,
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| «call me back when you’re not such a bitch»
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| Threw my shit up at the wall, and now I’m outta the crib. |
| Hit the car,
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| oh my god, ain’t no gas in the whip
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| Starting yellin' at myself, someone heard and came to help
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| They asked me what was wrong and I fed em' a fist
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| Why’s the whole world filled with liars
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| Blazin' everything like wildfire
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| Swervin' cuz im faded
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| On the road, ragin' I can’t take it and I can’t change it
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| Fuck it
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| Maybe I should throw it all away, I’m gettin' sick of every day
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| They work me like a fucking slave
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| Barely eatin' off of minimum wage, feelin' like i’m trapped in a fuckin cage
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| Show up to work with a frown on my face
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| Try to smile, act polite, but, it’s hard to be fake
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| In my aura, there’s a darkness that I think they can taste
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| When I’m walkin' down the hall man they just get out the way
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| And I see there’s a stack full of papers to work, with a note on the top,
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| «Get them done by the 1st!»
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| Lookin' over at my boss with his feet on his desk. |
| A cigar in his mouth,
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| and some ash on his chest
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| Start to thinkin' «why he manager? |
| He lazy as shit!», Went and asked him for
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| some help, could I get the assist
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| He ain’t even answer back
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| Just sat there and laughed
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| Called me unprofessional ‘cuz my shirt got a rip
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| Now I’m thinkin «maybe I can rig a bomb in his truck?» |
| In my mind I got the 9,
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| and I’m loadin' it up
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| Gettin' sick of all these people actin' boujee (bougie) as fuck
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| Spent a dollar on a snickers
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| The machine got it stuck
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| I don’t even think that I can keep my temper in check
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| No luck, no love, and I get no respect
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| Went back to my boss told him, «Suck on my dick!»
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| Smacked the papers on the floor, and said, «Fuck you, I quit!»
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| Why’s the whole world filled with liars
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| Blazin' everything like wildfire
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| Swervin' cuz im faded. |
| On the road, ragin' I can’t take it and I can’t change it
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| Fuck it
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| Maybe I should throw it all away, I’m gettin' sick of every day
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| They work me like a fucking slave
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| Barely eatin' off of minimum wage, feelin' like i’m trapped in a fuckin cage
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| It’s been a bad day
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| Damn, it’s been a bad day
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| It’s been a bad day
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| Fuck it, imma live it my way
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| I got these mothafuckas looking at me sideways. |
| Still I wonder how I’m gettin
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| all these migraines
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| I got a dollar, with a week, til payday, stay the fuck away mmothafucka been a
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| bad day
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| It’s been a bad day (x3)
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| Stay the fuck away, mothafucka
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| Been a bad day |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Day, artist - Dropout Kings. Album song AudioDope, in the genre Ню-метал