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[Slug] |
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I had a rough day, but that's life, it happens |
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Woke up on a dark side of my mattress |
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I guess I forgot to set my clock |
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Overslept, almost lost the job |
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Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry |
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But can't eat till I find my money |
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It's in my wallet but my wallet ain't in my pocket |
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Can't remember the last time I saw it |
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And they don't want me in a bad mood |
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Afraid that it'll spread and everyone will catch an attitude |
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They got 'em all singing the same tone |
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Thinking I should go and start a fire in the break room |
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Co-workers make me sick |
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and the manager really ain't shit |
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But I can't quit, so I'm hiding in the basement |
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Holding onto to my face like fuck this place |
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[Chorus: 2X] |
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Every day can't be the best day |
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Do what you can right now, don't hesitate |
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That's why we try to make love and get paid |
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Take the bad with the good, now let's play |
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[Slug] |
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Hell naw, I ain't going to school |
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The teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool |
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and all the kids mess with each other always all day |
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Class warfare up and down the hallways |
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And if you ain't popular |
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Nobody talks to ya, unless they mocking ya |
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Not even bus driver or the hall monitor |
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I might as well climb inside my locker huh |
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It's a bad day, bad week and a bad month |
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Don't nobody want to trade with my bag lunch |
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Someday I'ma be so cool |
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But for now I got cheap shoes, so I keep losing |
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Girls give no love to a poor man |
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It's a prison, the clock is warden |
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Man it won't get no better when I get home |
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So I listen to the voice in my headphones |
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[Chorus: 2X] |
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[Slug] |
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Can't dance with an upset stomach |
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The overdraft notices just kept coming |
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Somebody broke into the porch and stole a chair |
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Top of your head stopped growing hair |
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Broken glass, computer crashed |
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The car won't start and the tires went flat |
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Dog got loose, brought back a dead cat |
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Daughter found it and had a panic attack |
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Plus you ain't had sex in how long? |
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Afraid to admit that the fire's all gone |
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The better half is talking about separate |
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You wish you could take it back to yesterday |
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You not alone, it's hard as hell |
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But don't waste no time feeling sorry for self |
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We'll be right here with you through your war |
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Cause you're the one that we make this music for |
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Now turn it up |
