Supastition - Best Worst Day lyrics

Verse one: When I woke up today I felt incredibly refreshed Feeling more blessed than ever with no head full of stress I was comfortable but calm in my warm spot Didn't even abuse the snooze bu*ton on my alarm clock sun's shining through the burgundy drapes My lady wasn't next to me, I guess she's working today I'm accustomed to looking her in the face at 7 AM One particular person you see day out and day in Anyway, I felt like this day may never come again I need breakfast I heard my stomach rumbling No stumbling, I jumped out of bed in my boxers My mission's to the kitchen for that leftover pasta But stopped in my tracks in the middle of my living room I saw my girl curled up crying, looking pitiful Surrounded by a room full of trash bags and living boxes I started thinking ‘bout the dirt that I've been doing (ah sh**!) I must be busted, I tried to ask her what's wrong She wouldn't even look in my direction, no discussion Was it some romance with one of them f**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 here And act like you can't answer a question? f** if I care!” The best thing to do in this situation is leave home But quickly noticed both my smartphone and my keys gone “yo! where the hell are my keys?” but still she ignored f** it, I'm walking up to the corner Korean store For a bag of chips and coconut juice To clear my mind and give us time that both of us can use the stores close to my crib, a few feet at least But the store owners they be peeping me repeatedly I walked in, no “buzzer” (n***as), nobody greeted me For once they ain't treat me like I was scheming on thievery I grabbed a bag of Sun Chips and proceeded to the counter this jerk of a clerk looked at my items dumbfounded Then snatched it off the counter yelling in some native fast talk I said “I'm never coming back in here. That was the last straw!” What a sh**ty day it's been thus far Man, this can't be the type of day I woke up for I hopped on the city transit, today's pretty frantic It started sublime then declined, don't understand it, man the only place to find peace, the only better choice To seek solace is the vinyl and the record store Plus that Brother Ali record I'm checking for The atmosphere felt different when I stepped through the door The music was low and it's hard to hear The record store, yo it was like a graveyard in there I stepped outside wondering how could this day have gone wrong But then a Chevy pa**ed by with my song on The local radio station they had my song on That's when I knew something was horribly wrong, homes ‘cause they don't play no local music if it's homegrown A motherf**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 Observer Feeling faint, nauseous, and nervous No wonder why nobody even noticed me, paid attention, or turn heads I started panicking as I was thinking back again Stiff as a mannequin like “yo, this can't be happening” picked up the paper and the caption read after my name In bold black lettering... local rapper slain. damn