[Verse 1] 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
[Hook] 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
[Verse 2] 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”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
