Supastition - Best Worst Day Lyrics
Verse one:When I woke up today I felt incredibly refreshedfeeling more blessed than ever with no head full of stressI was comfortable but calm in my warm spotdidn’t even abuse the snooze button on my alarm clock sun’s shining through the burgundy drapesmy lady wasn’t next to me, I guess she’s working todayI’m accustomed to looking her in the face at 7 AMone particular person you see day out and day inanyway, I felt like this day may never come againI need breakfast I heard my stomach rumblingno stumbling, I jumped out of bed in my boxersmy mission’s to the kitchen for that leftover pastabut stopped in my tracks in the middle of my living roomI saw my girl curled up crying, looking pitifulsurrounded by a room full of trash bags and living boxesI started thinking ‘bout the dirt that I’ve been doing (ah shit!) I must be busted, I tried to ask her what’s wrongshe wouldn’t even look in my direction, no discussionwas it some romance with one of them *****ing tramps?or last night did I go on one of my drunken rants?I said “fine. you wanna treat me like I’m not hereand act like you can’t answer a question? ***** if I care!”the best thing to do in this situation is leave homebut quickly noticed both my smartphone and my keys gone “yo! where the hell are my keys?” but still she ignored***** it, I’m walking up to the corner Korean storefor a bag of chips and coconut juiceto clear my mind and give us time that both of us can use the stores close to my crib, a few feet at leastbut the store owners they be peeping me repeatedlyI walked in, no “buzzer” (niggas), nobody greeted mefor once they ain’t treat me like I was scheming on thieveryI grabbed a bag of Sun Chips and proceeded to the counter this jerk of a clerk looked at my items dumbfoundedthen snatched it off the counter yelling in some native fast talkI said “I’m never coming back in here. That was the last straw!”what a shitty day it’s been thus farman, this can’t be the type of day I woke up forI hopped on the city transit, today’s pretty franticit started sublime then declined, don’t understand it, man the only place to find peace, the only better choiceto seek solace is the vinyl and the record storeplus that Brother Ali record I’m checking forthe atmosphere felt different when I stepped through the doorthe music was low and it’s hard to hearthe record store, yo it was like a graveyard in thereI stepped outside wondering how could this day have gone wrongbut then a Chevy passed by with my song onthe local radio station they had my song onthat’s when I knew something was horribly wrong, homes ‘cause they don’t play no local music if it’s homegrowna mother*****er gotta be dead or long gone,shot up or murdered? wait... what!I jetted back in the store, I’m searching for the Charlotte Observerfeeling faint, nauseous, and nervousno wonder why nobody even noticed me, paid attention, or turn headsI started panicking as I was thinking back againstiff as a mannequin like “yo, this can’t be happening” picked up the paper and the caption read after my namein bold black lettering... local rapper slain. damn
