Atmosphere The Best Day Lyrics

To All My Friends, Blood Makes the Blade Holy: The Atmosphere EPs Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Until the Nipple's Gone
  • 2 The Major Leagues
  • 3 Scalp
  • 4 The Best Day
  • 5 Americareful
  • 6 Hope
  • 7 The Loser Wins
  • 8 Shotgun
  • 9 Commodities
  • 10 The Number None
  • 11 Freefallin'
  • 12 To All My Friends
  • [Slug]
    I had a rough day, but that's life, it happens
    Woke up on a dark side of my mattress
    I guess I forgot to set my clock
    Overslept, almost lost the job
    Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry
    But can't eat till I find my money
    It's in my wallet but my wallet ain't in my pocket
    Can't remember the last time I saw it
    And they don't want me in a bad mood
    Afraid that it'll spread and everyone will catch an attitude
    They got 'em all singing the same tone
    Thinking I should go and start a fire in the break room
    Co-workers make me sick
    and the manager really ain't shit
    But I can't quit, so I'm hiding in the basement
    Holding onto to my face like fuck this place

    [Chorus: 2X]
    Every day can't be the best day
    Do what you can right now, don't hesitate
    That's why we try to make love and get paid
    Take the bad with the good, now let's play

    Hell naw, I ain't going to school
    The teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
    and all the kids mess with each other always all day
    Class warfare up and down the hallways
    And if you ain't popular
    Nobody talks to ya, unless they mocking ya
    Not even bus driver or the hall monitor
    I might as well climb inside my locker huh
    It's a bad day, bad week and a bad month
    Don't nobody want to trade with my bag lunch
    Someday I'ma be so cool
    But for now I got cheap shoes, so I keep losing
    Girls give no love to a poor man
    It's a prison, the clock is warden
    Man it won't get no better when I get home
    So I listen to the voice in my headphones

    [Chorus: 2X]

    Can't dance with an upset stomach
    The overdraft notices just kept coming
    Somebody broke into the porch and stole a chair
    Top of your head stopped growing hair
    Broken glass, computer crashed
    The car won't start and the tires went flat
    Dog got loose, brought back a dead cat
    Daughter found it and had a panic attack
    Plus you ain't had sex in how long?
    Afraid to admit that the fire's all gone
    The better half is talking about separate
    You wish you could take it back to yesterday
    You not alone, it's hard as hell
    But don't waste no time feeling sorry for self
    We'll be right here with you through your war
    Cause you're the one that we make this music for
    Now turn it up

    [Chorus: 2X]
    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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