Bad Day

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook]