Bad Spot

[Intro — dark synth drone, 808 slide, voice low] Yeah Bad spot Bad timing Bad mood Don’t push me [Hook — angry spoken chant, simple and repeatable] Bad spot Bad mood Bad month Bad news Still here Still sharp Don’t push Too far Bad spot Bad mood No sleep Short fuse Still here Still sharp Don’t make Me choose [Verse 1 — technical rap, pocketed, clean] Look, I ain’t in the mood for no dumb shit today Card got declined, still smiled in they face Gas light blinking like it knows my name Whole damn week been a kick to the brain Phone on low Tank on E Jaw locked tight Don’t talk to me Everybody need something, nobody bring help Everybody got advice, nobody bring wealth I got bills in a stack like they plotting by themselves And a head full of noise I don’t say out loud I’m not fine, I’m just trained to function I’m not calm, I just learned not to punch shit I’m not cold, I got burnt by trusting Now I count every favor like somebody wants something Don’t ask why I’m different, look around Bad luck been camping on my couch Same ones who watched me damn near drown Now got jokes with they chest stuck out Fuck that I’m done being nice for the room Done playing small for a comfortable fool Done letting guilt put my neck in a noose Done saying “cool” when it ain’t been cool [Pre-Hook — rap voice, rising] Back wall Hands clean Bad math Same dream Thin line No guard Life hard I hit hard [Hook — heavier bounce, low punch-ins] Bad spot Bad mood Bad month Bad news Still here Still sharp Don’t push Too far Bad spot Bad mood No sleep Short fuse Still here Still sharp Don’t make Me choose [Verse 2 — harder, more pissed off] I got overdraft rage and a headache grin Got a last-shot plan with a cracked-up pen Got a whole lotta people who was fake back then Trying to stand close now like we locked back in Hell no Back up That bridge gone Pack up You was loud when the whole thing fell Now you quiet when I’m doing it well Funny how fake love got a clean new smell Same damn snake, just a fresh new shell I don’t need peace, I need space and leverage Need one clean win and a cold-ass exit Need fewer voices in my damn direction Need truth, not a group-chat blessing I’m not here for your guilt trip sermon I’m not here for your “you still learning” I been low where the lights stop working Still came out with the wheels still turning This ain’t flex, this is fuck you fuel This ain’t rap, this is rent-blood cruel This ain’t mood, this is life gone rude This is one man pressed with a lot to lose [Bridge — beat cuts, dry vocal] Bad spot Don’t test Bad month No rest Bad odds Still step Bad mood Say less [Pressure Verse — controlled angry pocket, 8 bars] I got a final-notice stare and a don’t-try tone Got a mailbox full of shit I can’t postpone Got a fake friend calling from a safe-zone phone Like I owe him soft words when my whole life closed I got screw-face patience and a blacktop heart Got a small-ass margin and a too-big start If I sound this mad, that’s the honest part I been duct-taping hope in a broke-down cart Don’t poke at the bruise if you don’t want truth Don’t ask for the smoke if you brought no proof Don’t stand in my path with a cute excuse I’m not in a good place, and that’s bad for you Cold food, late fee, locked jaw, no break Wrong look, wrong word, wrong day, earthquake Bad spot, bad mood, hard truth, no fake Still here, still sharp, whole spine won’t shake [Final Hook — full drums, hard chant] Bad spot Bad mood Bad month Bad news Still here Still sharp Don’t push Too far Bad spot Bad mood No sleep Short fuse Still here Still sharp Don’t make Me choose [Outro — 808 and synth only] Bad spot Bad mood Don’t push me