I Had an Awful Day :( Lyrics

Uh

Don't

Don't

Don't

Don't tell me how your fucking day went

Don't tell me how it fucking started, man

Don't even get me started

Don't tell me how your day went

Don't get me fucking started

Don't get me fucking started (Wait!)

I ain't going, I ain't going

I ain't ready for this shit

Motherfucking heard it all

Break no ice for no bitch

I am uncomfortable

Zero communication

Then they pulling out the fists

Then they pull up with the, huh

I can smell the self-hate

Taste the deprecation

Boiled down inside of you

Serve it to fake ones

Self-diagnosis

Shit don't make you nauseous?

Shit don't make you move, yeah?

Shit just make you, uh, why?

Bitch, I'm all gone

Through a mental riot

Some fucking peace and quiet

Is all I fucking want

So I rot in fuckin silence

Mr. motherfucking-try-shit

An advocate for violence

Cradled up inside and bottled up just fucking dying

I hock up phlegm on cement

Sauce is in effect

Everybody need to hear why I got to vent

Shit, I could care less

Talk to your friends when the internet connects

I guess you take what you get, huh?

I slept on the floors and the box springs

Shit, I was only eating unsalted crackers

Wait for EBT on the first, redskin to the dirt

While I'm making fun of all you fucking crackers

Man run away from his problems

Need a 10-day contract, be a wide receiver for the Packers

I can't kill myself right now and I don't want to fail

But I really think I need some practice

Don't tell me how your fucking day went (don't don't don't)

Don't tell me how it fucking started, man

Don't even get me started

Don't tell me how your day went

Don't get me fucking started

Don't get me fucking started

I ain't going, I ain't going

I ain't ready for this shit

I ain't fucking ready, boy

Man, they pulling out the shit

Man, they pulling with the

Man, they pulling with the

Let me know

Let me know

How it go with y'all

It go with y'all

Let me know

How it go with you

With you

I stack the APs in my APV

I ride this shit around like it's an APC

Blacked out tint

John Cena in the whip

The way they can't see me

I'm fake as fuck in my rhymes

See my ass on Disney

I ain't no Dame, Steph or Bron

I'm more like Théo Maledon

I step in the store with four in change

And get my Forrest Gump on

Let me take you to the sun

I'm Delegation with some guns

Take all the government's funds for fun

Fuck this bullshit