Vinnie Paz - Bad Day lyrics
[Vinnie Paz - Bad Day lyrics]
Some people wake up late, I wake up mad late
All the time hung over it's a sad state
I love liquor she's my bitch
And her ass great
But I don't remember anything
From our last date
I wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I peep my phone
20 texts, 30 calls, just leave me alone
My head pounding like crazy
I need some Patrón
That’s the hair of the dog god need a bone
Kiss my mama on the cheek she look beautiful
(Vinnie, you're a mess what I'm
Gonna do with you?)
I know you cooking something
(yeah, I made some food for you
Manicotti, braciole, and some prosciutto too)
I told you wild times
Ma i don't fuck with pork
Please pass the Locatelli and a bunch of salt
The phone ring it's the police
But who would've thought
This motherfuckin' pig tellin' me
I'm due in court
Every time that I feel this
Shit is goin' my way
Something come along and fuck up my day
I had a rhyme in my mind
Now there's nothing to say
And cousin, that just fucked up my day
Driving down the block someone cut in my way
That shit went and fucked up my day
Rap critics, they always got something to say
I would never let that fuck up my day
I don't know where the fuck I'm at today
I drank a couple of bottles i
Guess I have to pay
This bitch laying next to me
She look like Cassius Clay
Gotta get outta here before she
Ask me to stay i don't know how I got
Here in the first place
She had a bangin' body but
She had the worst face
I guess I act like an animal i deserve hate
She must've lured me in with white
Like she was third base
It ain't hard to convince me
To do some dumb shit
Especially when I'm on that get
High and drunk shit
That's why Vinnie always end up
With a dumb bitch
The only thing I'm never on
Is on some punk shit
I'm on the other side of
Town and I'm walkin' dolo
Panerai watch, Gucci kicks, lots of Polo
Goons ran up on a kid, put the gat to my dome
I was caught slippin' i left
The ratchet at home
Every time that I feel this
Shit is goin' my way
Something come along and fuck up my day
I had a rhyme in my mind
Now there's nothing to say
And cousin, that just fucked up my day
Driving down the block someone cut in my way
That shit went and fucked up my day
Rap critics, they always got something to say
I would never let that fuck up my day
All the time hung over it's a sad state
I love liquor she's my bitch
And her ass great
But I don't remember anything
From our last date
I wipe the sleep from my eyes
And I peep my phone
20 texts, 30 calls, just leave me alone
My head pounding like crazy
I need some Patrón
That’s the hair of the dog god need a bone
Kiss my mama on the cheek she look beautiful
(Vinnie, you're a mess what I'm
Gonna do with you?)
I know you cooking something
(yeah, I made some food for you
Manicotti, braciole, and some prosciutto too)
I told you wild times
Ma i don't fuck with pork
Please pass the Locatelli and a bunch of salt
The phone ring it's the police
But who would've thought
This motherfuckin' pig tellin' me
I'm due in court
Every time that I feel this
Shit is goin' my way
Something come along and fuck up my day
I had a rhyme in my mind
Now there's nothing to say
And cousin, that just fucked up my day
Driving down the block someone cut in my way
That shit went and fucked up my day
Rap critics, they always got something to say
I would never let that fuck up my day
I don't know where the fuck I'm at today
I drank a couple of bottles i
Guess I have to pay
This bitch laying next to me
She look like Cassius Clay
Gotta get outta here before she
Ask me to stay i don't know how I got
Here in the first place
She had a bangin' body but
She had the worst face
I guess I act like an animal i deserve hate
She must've lured me in with white
Like she was third base
It ain't hard to convince me
To do some dumb shit
Especially when I'm on that get
High and drunk shit
That's why Vinnie always end up
With a dumb bitch
The only thing I'm never on
Is on some punk shit
I'm on the other side of
Town and I'm walkin' dolo
Panerai watch, Gucci kicks, lots of Polo
Goons ran up on a kid, put the gat to my dome
I was caught slippin' i left
The ratchet at home
Every time that I feel this
Shit is goin' my way
Something come along and fuck up my day
I had a rhyme in my mind
Now there's nothing to say
And cousin, that just fucked up my day
Driving down the block someone cut in my way
That shit went and fucked up my day
Rap critics, they always got something to say
I would never let that fuck up my day