Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Day Music, artist - Marlon Craft. Album song The Tunnel's End, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.08.2017
Record label: Marlon Craft
Song language: English
Bad Day Music |
| Woke up bummy |
| Whiskey on my breath like New York don’t love me |
| Is anybody left, shit |
| Hit the deli dizzy |
| Need the bacon, egg but hold the cheese |
| Saw me late last night, so he should know the steez |
| Chugging Gatorade I’m on the deuce I’m heading to the train |
| Mouth taste like regret, all that’s on my head is pain |
| It’s dumb brick, walked past dollar slice done quick |
| Some crackhead tried to follow me, you know, bum shit |
| Had a bad week so my tolerance is gone be slim |
| Fuck your stylist, I got on polo boots from 2010 |
| My damn plan to manhandle all these music Randstads |
| You claim they hip-hop, you a L train transplant, fuck you |
| All I see is fucking walking clickbait |
| Thoughts got me heated almost took the E by mistake |
| I ain’t resistant to change, just resistant to lames |
| I watched the C arrive, hit play and entered the train |
| This the music that I play when I’ve had a bad day |
| When I’m up mad late, all my friends mad fake |
| When every single thought leave me with a bad taste |
| This a bad day, bad day |
| This my bad day music that I play when I’ve had a bad day |
| When I’m up mad late, all my friends mad fake |
| When every single thought leave me with a bad taste |
| This a bad day, bad day |
| This my bad day music |
| I’m on my way to BK, mad train delays |
| The car I’m in is crowded, seem they always are these days |
| Ironic being underground ain’t never been my forte |
| Some dude tried to press me for my merm |
| It’s in your face, dummy |
| Now he looking at me all funny |
| He’s staring at his homies down the car like they gone jump me |
| In highschool I maybe woulda ran but I’m grown now |
| This train’s packed, you ain’t ‘bout to do shit, you showing out |
| They bark some hater shit so they can have the last word |
| Got off at the next stop, fuck them dudes anyway |
| Looking for a seat, my legs heavy and my head is aching |
| Still, found a spot, closed my eyes and start to meditate |
| Why all these people 'round me piss me off so much? |
| All they do is crowd me and they shout, they buff |
| And they ain’t got a single fucking clue what I’m going through |
| So when I saw this little girl, her whole mouth was crushed |
| It was deformed, scars, dirt in one shoe, her feet wore |
| Shirt torn, looked at me said «what's wrong, tell me your name |
| You look upset, I ain’t tryna get in your way |
| But this my momma could you spend a dollar, lend me some change?» |
| Her smile was pure so I obliged |
| I said my name Craft and ask her «are you alright?» |
| But she laughed, and said «I'm happy, I’ve been smiling all day |
| My name is Hope and I love to ride on the train» |