This Ain't My Day - Fredro Starr

Damn man, what time is it?

Damn, I’m fucking late, shit

Yeah man, we all had days like this, know what I’m saying?

Just wanna go right back to sleep when you wake up, know what I mean?

Well, at least the sun is shinning right?

At least we breathing

More problems is all need

This the last blunt, I’m blowing all my weed

I can’t stand when no trees in my jar

Brand new Benz, somebody keyed my car

Then the phone rang, «yeah, we gonna smoke ya ass»

Then I dropped the iPhone 5, Goddamm, I broke the glass

When I was too broke for gas, nobody wanted to smoke me

The cops roll past, hope they don’t smell the smoke, b

I guess I’m just weary of cops

Then I stepped in dog, fucked up my Jeremy Scotts

Had to switch up, threw on a pair of Y3's

Then I jumped in the Benz, damn where my keys?

Shit, I can’t find where my keys is

I guess I gotta take my chick Prius

At least it don’t take a lot of gas

Last night I lost my bank card, a nigga outta cash

Mama said there be days like this

When you ain’t even got enough trees to blaze one spliff

Then this crazy chick, she started screaming «don't come back»

I guess she found the condoms cause she calling me a scumbag

It’s way too early to disturb the neighbors

Then I walk outside and served with papers

All I need is another lawsuit

Then it started raining, there go my velour suit

This just ain’t my day

This just ain’t my day

This just ain’t my day

This just ain’t my day

Mama said there be days like this

When you ain’t even got enough trees to blaze one spliff

This just ain’t my day

This just ain’t my day

So now I’m drenched in the rain

Like somebody trying to throw a wrench in the game

Not to mention I’m late for a meeting

It’s mad traffic on the major deacon

Tomorrow is a holiday, it’s a major weekend

Got a call from the homie

Today he supposed give me back some money

That he owe me he making up excuses like, «come on son, you know me

We been through it all, so I know you gonna hold me»

Yeah, to make a long story short, I dipped and dived

Shit, I could rob a bank man, the way a nigga drive

I arrived at my meeting thirty minutes late

Talking 'bout they wanna cancel and set another date

A brother waited two months to make this shit happen

Came back to the car, another ticket in Manhattan

It’s like when you think it is, when it ain’t

My velour fucked up, leaned on wet paint, man, shit

This just ain’t my day

This just ain’t my day

This just ain’t my day

This just ain’t my day

Mama said there be days like this

When you ain’t even got enough trees to blaze one spliff

This just ain’t my day

This just ain’t my day

Man this is crazy man, know what I’m saying?

I’m 'bout to go back to the crib, this is fucked up son

I need to smoke man, let’s go to the motherfuckin' spot, b

Yeah man, call dread man, I need to get my mind right