| Woke up bummy
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| Whiskey on my breath like New York don’t love me
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| Is anybody left, shit
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| Hit the deli dizzy
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| Need the bacon, egg but hold the cheese
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| Saw me late last night, so he should know the steez
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| Chugging Gatorade I’m on the deuce I’m heading to the train
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| Mouth taste like regret, all that’s on my head is pain
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| It’s dumb brick, walked past dollar slice done quick
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| Some crackhead tried to follow me, you know, bum shit
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| Had a bad week so my tolerance is gone be slim
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| Fuck your stylist, I got on polo boots from 2010
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| My damn plan to manhandle all these music Randstads
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| You claim they hip-hop, you a L train transplant, fuck you
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| All I see is fucking walking clickbait
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| Thoughts got me heated almost took the E by mistake
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| I ain’t resistant to change, just resistant to lames
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| I watched the C arrive, hit play and entered the train
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| This the music that I play when I’ve had a bad day
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| When I’m up mad late, all my friends mad fake
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| When every single thought leave me with a bad taste
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| This a bad day, bad day
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| This my bad day music that I play when I’ve had a bad day
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| When I’m up mad late, all my friends mad fake
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| When every single thought leave me with a bad taste
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| This a bad day, bad day
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| This my bad day music
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| I’m on my way to BK, mad train delays
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| The car I’m in is crowded, seem they always are these days
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| Ironic being underground ain’t never been my forte
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| Some dude tried to press me for my merm
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| It’s in your face, dummy
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| Now he looking at me all funny
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| He’s staring at his homies down the car like they gone jump me
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| In highschool I maybe woulda ran but I’m grown now
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| This train’s packed, you ain’t ‘bout to do shit, you showing out
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| They bark some hater shit so they can have the last word
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| Got off at the next stop, fuck them dudes anyway
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| Looking for a seat, my legs heavy and my head is aching
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| Still, found a spot, closed my eyes and start to meditate
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| Why all these people 'round me piss me off so much?
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| All they do is crowd me and they shout, they buff
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| And they ain’t got a single fucking clue what I’m going through
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| So when I saw this little girl, her whole mouth was crushed
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| It was deformed, scars, dirt in one shoe, her feet wore
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| Shirt torn, looked at me said «what's wrong, tell me your name
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| You look upset, I ain’t tryna get in your way
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| But this my momma could you spend a dollar, lend me some change?»
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| Her smile was pure so I obliged
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| I said my name Craft and ask her «are you alright?»
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| But she laughed, and said «I'm happy, I’ve been smiling all day
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| My name is Hope and I love to ride on the train» |