She didn’t call After last night I was caught in a brawl She said it wasn’t right Now I’m laid up loaded down with shame Trying to find words Through a jaw full of pain [Verse 1 – bluesy talk-rap] Laying here thinking What exactly could I say No words come to mind But frustration today It’s gonna be bad Yeah, a bad day Need to eat something Need to get my head on straight I lost my whole beat From a bloody nose Reach down for my boots Then I stubbed my damn toe Fresh air, clear mind That was my little plan Tripped over a root Went sun-blind again [Chorus – smoky blues hook] It’s gonna be a bad day Trouble came mualin cause it knew my name She ain’t called And the sky turned gray Lord, it’s gonna be A bad bad day [Verse 2 – tighter hip-hop bounce] Coffee hit my shirt Toast hit the floor Dog ran outside I ran into the door Keys in the truck man? locked up tight Neighbor just laughed Said, “You gonna be alright?” Phone in my hand Still no reply Just one little call Would clear up my mind But the sun kept pounding Like a hammer droppin down Every step I took Just Knocked me around [Chorus – bigger, bluesy] It’s gonna be a bad day Trouble keeps stalking And it knows my name She ain’t called And the sky turned gray Lord, it’s gonna be A bad bad day [Bridge – spoken rhythm, dry humor] Then the rain came sideways Right out of the blue Stepped in a puddle with a hole in my boot Card got declined At the convenience store Bought one black coffee Then wore half more hottie rolled by I tried to look clean But my eye was purple And my shirt was caffeine I said, “Mam, I’m fine Just misunderstood” She said, “Son, you look About as bad as you could” [Verse 3 – building toward payoff] All day long I kept checking that screen No missed call No “baby, you mean?” No “come on home” No “we’ll be alright” Just me and my pride From the mess last night Sat down on the curb With my head hung low My Heart in a knot And my battery low Then I saw that little airplane Sitting up in the corner Staring at me loud Like a smart-mouth warning [Final Chorus – relieved but annoyed] It was a bad day Trouble came ballin And it knew my name She did call I just blew it away Lord, I got myself into A really bad day [Outro – spoken, embarrassed] Twenty-seven missed calls Three voicemails too One said, “Baby, I love you But I think we're through" Damn... Airplane mode Brah? Seriously?!
