Bad Day Music - Marlon Craft

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

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

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»