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Bad Day Music

 

Bad Day Music

(альбом: The Tunnel's End - 2017)


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"

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