Bad Day

Vinnie Paz

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    [Verse 1:]
    Some people wake up late, I wake up mad late
    All the time hungover, it's a sad state
    I love liquor, she my bitch and her ass great
    But I don't remember anything from our last date
    I wipe the sleep from my eyes and I peep my phone
    Twenty texts, thirty calls, just leave me alone
    My head pounding like crazy, I need some Patron
    That's the hair of the dog, god need a bone
    Kiss my mama on the cheek, she look beautiful
    (Vinnie you're a mess, what I'm gonna do with you?)
    I know you cooking something
    (Yeah, I made some food for you
    Managut, bragol, and some brigutte too)
    I told you wild times ma I don't fuck with pork
    Please pass the lucatelli and a bunch of salt
    The phone ring, it's the police but who would've thought?
    This motherfucking pig telling me I'm due in court

    [Chorus:]
    Every time I feel this shit is going my way
    Something come along and fuck up my day
    I had a rhyme in my mind now there's nothing to say
    And cousin that just fucked up my day

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    Driving down the block someone cut in my way
    That shit went and fucked up my day
    Rap critics, they always got something to say
    I would never let that fuck up my day

    [Verse 2:]
    I don't know where the fuck I'm at today
    I drank a couple of bottles, I guess I have to pay
    This bitch laying next me, she look like Cassius Clay
    Gotta get outta here before she asks me to stay
    I don't know how I got here in the first place
    She had a banging body but she had the worst face
    I guess I act like an animal, I deserve hate
    She must've lured me in with white like she was third base
    It ain't hard to convince me to do some dumb shit
    Especially when I'm on that get high and drunk shit
    That's why Vinnie always end up with a dumb bitch
    The only thing I'm never on is on some punk shit
    I'm on the other side of town and I'm walking dolo
    Panerai watch, Gucci kicks, lots of Polo
    Goons ran up on the kid, put the gat to my dome
    I was caught slipping, I left the ratchet at home

    [Chorus]

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    Composición: Walt Dewgarde y V. Luviner

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