Sittin' on your ass all day thinkin' about your hangover and the party you left your fuckin' keys at and had to beg for a ride from a stranger that I never met before he acted so friendly that I had to take the ride but for some reason he resembled that guy wanted for a robbery and beatin' on his kid "you remind me of my stepson" he chuckles with a grin. What was that move that they taught in self-defense where you block the killer's knife move with some confidence the signal when you're trapped inside a moving car I wonder if he'll drive real far.
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What a day, What a day,
You should've stayed home shootin' the breeze all day,
What a day, What a day,
What a day, What a day,
You should think next time before you start to play,
What a day, What a day,
I wonder what will happen today.
Rub your eyes from no sleep this week tap your heels home then fall asleep. Sittin' around looking for a fight kinda' pissed off how I'm turnin' My life up-side down from insecure insecurities makin' up My mind through old hypocrisy up and out of harms way down cause I want to be there here because you want Me not because you're caught in My stare. What was that move that they taught in self-defense where you block the killer's knife move with some confidence the signal when you're trapped inside a moving car I wonder if he'll drive real far.
Chorus
Rub your eyes from
No sleep this week
Tap your heels home
Then fall asleep, asleep in bed you'll do something tomorrow instead.
Chorus
What a day, What a day,
Writer(s): Elias P. Soriano, Robert Rivera, Kenneth Charman, Andrew Jason Goldman
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