Tom: A major
Verse 1
A
"Hey eddie its dave, your manager,
Uhh I know it's your day off and everything,
but I think you're
Gonna have to come in tracy says
she's sick today"
Eb5
A
Eb5
A
"You can't be serious man"
"I am though,
you're gonna have to come in and
Finish those reports that we talked
about ok?"
"*pssh* aight'"
Interlude 1
"Alright, bye"
A
Am
C
Verse 2
got these mothafuckas looking
at me sideways
Still I wonder how I'm
gettin' all these migraines
I got a dollar, with a week, til payday,
Stay the fuck away mothafucka been
Am
A
a bad day
Verse 3
A
6 o'clock my alarm goes off,
I mean I'm barely fuckin' conscious
Dealin' with this nonsense,
obnoxious. Barkin' from the dog, enough
Open up my window, tell the neighbor,
"shut the fuck up"
Ain't no coffee in my pantry
and I'm thirsty and shit,
Up the throttle,
crack a bottle of the juice and the gin
Puttin' on my favorite shirt to
wear to work and it ripped.
Get a text from my girl, said she over my shit
I don't even know the reasons
I be goin' through this.
Had to call her and the drama
pourin' out from her lips
I can't even get a word in,
And it's making me pissed,
hang the phone up,
"Call me back when you're not
such a bitch"
Threw my shit up at the wall,
and now I'm outta the crib.
Hit the car, oh my god,
ain't no gas in the whip
Starting yellin' at myself,
someone heard and came to help
They asked me what was wrong
Verse 4
and I fed em' a fist
A
C
Why's the whole world
A
C
B
Blazin' everything like wildfire
C
B
A
On the road, ragin' I can't take
C
Eb
it and I can't change it
A5
A
Fuck it
C
B
Maybe I should throw it all away,
A
I'm gettin' sick of every day
C
B
A
They work me like a fucking slave
Am
C
B
Barely eatin' off of minimum wage,
C
Eb
A
in a fuckin cage
Interlude 2
Verse 5
A
Show up to work with a frown on my face
Try to smile, act polite, but,
it's hard to be fake
In my aura, there's a darkness
that I think they can taste
When I'm walkin' down the hall
they just get out the way
And I see there's a stack
full of papers to work,
With a note on the top,
"Get them done by the 1st!"
Lookin' over at my boss
with his feet on his desk.
A cigar in his mouth,
and some ash on his chest
Start to thinkin' "why he manager?
He lazy as shit!",
Went and asked him for some help,
could I get the assist
He ain't even answer back
Just sat there and laughed
Called me unprofessional
'cuz my shirt got a rip
Now I'm thinkin "maybe I can
rig a bomb in his truck?"
In my mind I got the 9, and
I'm loadin' it up
Verse 6
A
Gettin' sick of all these people
actin' boujee as fuck
Spent a dollar on a snickers
A
I don't even think that I can
keep my temper in check
No luck, no love, and I get no respect
Went back to my boss told him,
"Suck on my dick!"
Smacked the papers on the floor,
and said, "Fuck you, I quit!"
Why's the whole world
C
B
filled with li ars
A
C
B
Blazin' everything like wildfire
A
C
Swervin' cuz im faded. On the road,
B
A
Am
Ragin' I can't take it and
C
Eb
I can't change it
Am
C
B
Maybe I should throw it all away,
A
Am
I'm gettin' sick of every day
C
B
They work me like a fucking slave
A
Am
C
B
Barely eat in' off of minimum wage,
A
Am
Feelin' like i'm trapped
C
Eb
A
in a fuckin cage
Verse 7
A
Damn, it's been a bad day
It's been a bad day
Interlude 3
Fuck it, imma live it my way
A
Verse 8
A
I got these mothafuckas looking
at me sideways.
Still I wonder how I'm
gettin all these migraines
I got a dollar, with a week, til payday,
Verse 9
mmothafucka been a bad day
A
It's been a bad day
Stay the fuck away, mothafucka
Been a bad day
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