Bad Day
Six months off of cocaine and I think I'm startin' to slip
I got myself a bicycle and a day job just to pay the rent
She said it's just a break well then I said she's full of shit
I don't quite think I like this life
And I think I might just call the quits
Sometimes I wish a motherfucker would
Because I'll lose my fucking mind
It's not so bad but it's not so good
At least I can't say that I didn't try
Twenty bucks at the pump and a packet of Newport Hundred Lights
Life sucks and it's wonderful
But I sure could use a light
It's pretty hot for a sweater
That turtleneck looks awful tight
That guy must be on heroin
I sure hope that he's alright
No words, a punch right to the fucking face
And then I saw that gun poke out his waist
He ain't gonna run, ain't tryna catch a case
I'll introduce him to an early grave
So you had a bad day
Things just weren't workin' out your way
You're ready to trip, yeah you're ready to break
Now it's time to make someone else pay
You fucked with the wrong guy on the wrong day
How's it feel, your own gun in your face?
Now kiss the barrel, piss your pants while you pray
He closed his eyes, I pulled the slide and I sprayed
So you had a bad day
Thinking how shit came to this
Now you're pissed, breaking shit
Is this how it is?
Bad Day
Bad Day
I got myself a bicycle and a day job just to pay the rent
She said it's just a break well then I said she's full of shit
I don't quite think I like this life
And I think I might just call the quits
Sometimes I wish a motherfucker would
Because I'll lose my fucking mind
It's not so bad but it's not so good
At least I can't say that I didn't try
Twenty bucks at the pump and a packet of Newport Hundred Lights
Life sucks and it's wonderful
But I sure could use a light
It's pretty hot for a sweater
That turtleneck looks awful tight
That guy must be on heroin
I sure hope that he's alright
No words, a punch right to the fucking face
And then I saw that gun poke out his waist
He ain't gonna run, ain't tryna catch a case
I'll introduce him to an early grave
So you had a bad day
Things just weren't workin' out your way
You're ready to trip, yeah you're ready to break
Now it's time to make someone else pay
You fucked with the wrong guy on the wrong day
How's it feel, your own gun in your face?
Now kiss the barrel, piss your pants while you pray
He closed his eyes, I pulled the slide and I sprayed
So you had a bad day
Thinking how shit came to this
Now you're pissed, breaking shit
Is this how it is?
Bad Day
Bad Day
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Writer(s): Daniel Smith
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