Supastition - Best Worst Day lyrics

When I woke up today
I felt incredibly refreshed
Feeling more blessed than ever with
No head full of stress
I was comfortable but calm in my warm spot
Didn’t even abuse the snooze
Button on my alarm
Clock sun’s shining through
The burgundy drapes
My lady wasn’t next to me
I guess she’s working today
I’m accustomed to looking her in
The face at 7 AM
One particular person you see day
Out and day in anyway, I felt like this day
May never come again
I need breakfast I heard my stomach rumbling
No stumbling
I jumped out of bed in my boxers
My mission’s to the kitchen
For that leftover pasta
But stopped in my tracks in the
Middle of my living room
I saw my girl curled up crying
Looking pitiful surrounded by a room full of
Trash bags and living boxes
I started thinking ‘bout the dirt
That I’ve been doing
(ah shit) I must be busted
I tried to ask her what’s wrong
She wouldn’t even look in my direction
No discussion was it some romance with one
Of them fucking tramps?
Or last night did I go on
One of my drunken rants?
I said "fine you wanna treat
Me like I’m not here
And act like you can’t answer a
Question? fuck if I care!"
The best thing to do in
This situation is leave home
But quickly noticed both my smartphone
And my keys gone "yo!
Where the hell are my keys?"
But still she ignored fuck it
I’m walking up to the corner Korean store
For a bag of chips and coconut juice
To clear my mind and give
Us time that both of
Us can use the stores close to my crib
A few feet at least
But the store owners they
Be peeping me repeatedly
I walked in, no "buzzer"
(niggas) , nobody greeted me
For once they ain’t treat me like
I was scheming on thievery
I grabbed a bag of Sun Chips
And proceeded to the counter
This jerk of a clerk looked
At my items dumbfounded
Then snatched it off the counter yelling
In some native fast talk
I said "I’m never coming back in
Here that was the last straw!"
What a shitty day it’s been thus far
Man, this can’t be the type of
Day I woke up for
I hopped on the city transit
Today’s pretty frantic
It started sublime then declined
Don’t understand it
Man the only place to find peace
The only better choice
To seek solace is the vinyl
And the record store
Plus that Brother Ali record I’m checking for
The atmosphere felt different when I
Stepped through the door
The music was low and it’s hard to hear
The record store
Yo it was like a graveyard in there
I stepped outside wondering how could
This day have gone wrong
But then a Chevy passed by with my song on
The local radio station they had my song on
That’s when I knew something
Was horribly wrong
Homes ‘cause they don’t play no
Local music if it’s homegrown
A motherfucker gotta be dead or long gone
Shot up or murdered? wait what!
I jetted back in the store
I’m searching for the Charlotte Observer
Feeling faint, nauseous, and nervous
No wonder why nobody even
Noticed me, paid attention, or turn heads
I started panicking as I
Was thinking back again
Stiff as a mannequin like "yo
This can’t be happening" picked up the paper
And the caption read after my name
In bold black lettering local
Rapper slain damn