Wrong Side Of The Bed

Underground hip hop, vaportrap, future funk, vapor funk sampling, west coast funk, hip hop, chop beats, 80’s Japanese vibes, retro samples, 80’s electro, Heavy bassline, catchy loops, upbeat vibes

Man, fuck Monday morning, it speeds in like a bill collector wantin’ me to pay up for the last three months,
fuck the sunlight, stabbin’ through my blinds and wakin’ me up.
Fuck the mattress for saggin’, fuck the blanket for fallin’ off,
fuck the mirror for showin’ my hair lookin’ like a stoned werewolf on Zoloft with a cough.
Fuck the cereal bag that rips wrong every damn time,
fuck the crumbs that jump ship and fall in a straight line.
Fuck the coffee, bitter as an ex with receipts,
fuck the stairs for creakin’ loud like I got clown feet.
Fuck the mailbox, stuffed with junk I never asked for,
fuck the wind, throwin’ leaves that break apart all over my floor.
Fuck the jogger runnin’ past me like life’s a race,
fuck the stranger starin’ way too long at my damn face.
Fuck the crosswalk, blinkin’ too fast like it’s callin’ me slow,
fuck the driver revvin’ hard like he’s at a car show.
Fuck the pigeons, struttin’ and shittin’ while they actin’ like they pay rent,
fuck the tree roots that tripped me, yeah, they did that with intent.
Fuck the smell of somebody’s lunch takin’ over the whole break room,
fuck the clown with a speaker box rappin’ like a bad MF DOOM.
Fuck the tourists stoppin’ and starin’ in the middle of the lane,
fuck the cashier acting bored like my presence is a strain.
Fuck the backpack strap that always slips off my shoulder,
fuck “wise advice” from anyone older tryin’ to sound bolder.
Fuck the toddler screamin’ like a demon in the mall,
fuck the parent sayin’ “he’s tired” when he’s goin’ off the wall.
Fuck the boss, with his coffee breath braggin’ like he’s runnin’ the planet,
fuck the coworker who microwaves salmon.
Fuck the pen that leaks ink on my shirt, god dammit,
fuck the printer thinkin’ it’s Bob Marley cuz it be jammin’.
Fuck the elevator, movin’ slow like it’s half asleep,
fuck the dude who stands too close like a creep breathin’ deep.
Fuck the hallway, always smellin’ weirdly damp,
fuck the lightbulb flickerin’ like it’s tryna be a lamp.
Fuck the potholes, a foot deep, now my tire’s split,
fuck the dog owner who never picks up they  own dog’s shit.
Fuck the traffic, honkin’ like a thousand angry geese,
fuck the dentist messin’ up my teeth so I come back next week.
Fuck the grocery line, movin’ slower than heck,
fuck the lady arguin’ about coupons, then pays with a check.
Fuck the freezer door, foggin’ up so I can’t see what’s next,
fuck the snack aisle, all salt and sugar with diabetes on deck.
Fuck the moon, smug and bright like it’s judgin’ my mood,
fuck the raccoon in my trash actin’ like it owns my food.
Fuck the couch, too soft, then too stiff, no middle ground,
fuck the neighbor playin’ drums and guitar with no rhythm or sound.
Fuck the shoes that ate my socks, fuck the socks that bail,
fuck the tag on my shirt scratchin’ like it’s fresh outta jail.
Fuck the floorboard poppin’ like it wants to swallow me whole,
fuck the laundry mountain starin’ straight into my soul.
Fuck the ceiling, crackin’ weird sounds when I try to sleep,
fuck the thoughts that sneak in and start talkin’ deep.
Fuck insomnia, makin’ every feel bleak,
fuck tomorrow,  that bastard can wait till next week.

Fuck the ceiling, crackin’ weird sounds when I try to sleep,
fuck the thoughts that sneak in and start talkin’ deep.
Fuck insomnia, makin’ everything feel bleak,
fuck tomorrow,  that bastard can wait till next week.
Fuck it,

Fuck the tr…

Fuck the trees,
fuck disease,
fuck manners sayin’ please,
fuck the drinks,
fuck the weeds, fuck the weed,
fuck anything that’s new,
fuck everything that moves, 
fuck the dog shit stuck under my shoe…
fuck me?
Fuck you

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Man, fuck Monday morning, it speeds in like a bill collector wantin’ me to pay up for the last three months, fuck the sunlight, stabbin’ through my blinds and wakin’ me up. Fuck the mattress for saggin’, fuck the blanket for fallin’ off, fuck the mirror for showin’ my hair lookin’ like a stoned werewolf on Zoloft with a cough. Fuck the cereal bag that rips wrong every damn time, fuck the crumbs that jump ship and fall in a straight line. Fuck the coffee, bitter as an ex with receipts, fuck the stairs for creakin’ loud like I got clown feet. Fuck the mailbox, stuffed with junk I never asked for, fuck the wind, throwin’ leaves that break apart all over my floor. Fuck the jogger runnin’ past me like life’s a race, fuck the stranger starin’ way too long at my damn face. Fuck the crosswalk, blinkin’ too fast like it’s callin’ me slow, fuck the driver revvin’ hard like he’s at a car show. Fuck the pigeons, struttin’ and shittin’ while they actin’ like they pay rent, fuck the tree roots that tripped me, yeah, they did that with intent. Fuck the smell of somebody’s lunch takin’ over the whole break room, fuck the clown with a speaker box rappin’ like a bad MF DOOM. Fuck the tourists stoppin’ and starin’ in the middle of the lane, fuck the cashier acting bored like my presence is a strain. Fuck the backpack strap that always slips off my shoulder, fuck “wise advice” from anyone older tryin’ to sound bolder. Fuck the toddler screamin’ like a demon in the mall, fuck the parent sayin’ “he’s tired” when he’s goin’ off the wall. Fuck the boss, with his coffee breath braggin’ like he’s runnin’ the planet, fuck the coworker who microwaves salmon. Fuck the pen that leaks ink on my shirt, god dammit, fuck the printer thinkin’ it’s Bob Marley cuz it be jammin’. Fuck the elevator, movin’ slow like it’s half asleep, fuck the dude who stands too close like a creep breathin’ deep. Fuck the hallway, always smellin’ weirdly damp, fuck the lightbulb flickerin’ like it’s tryna be a lamp. Fuck the potholes, a foot deep, now my tire’s split, fuck the dog owner who never picks up they own dog’s shit. Fuck the traffic, honkin’ like a thousand angry geese, fuck the dentist messin’ up my teeth so I come back next week. Fuck the grocery line, movin’ slower than heck, fuck the lady arguin’ about coupons, then pays with a check. Fuck the freezer door, foggin’ up so I can’t see what’s next, fuck the snack aisle, all salt and sugar with diabetes on deck. Fuck the moon, smug and bright like it’s judgin’ my mood, fuck the raccoon in my trash actin’ like it owns my food. Fuck the couch, too soft, then too stiff, no middle ground, fuck the neighbor playin’ drums and guitar with no rhythm or sound. Fuck the shoes that ate my socks, fuck the socks that bail, fuck the tag on my shirt scratchin’ like it’s fresh outta jail. Fuck the floorboard poppin’ like it wants to swallow me whole, fuck the laundry mountain starin’ straight into my soul. Fuck the ceiling, crackin’ weird sounds when I try to sleep, fuck the thoughts that sneak in and start talkin’ deep. Fuck insomnia, makin’ every feel bleak, fuck tomorrow, that bastard can wait till next week. Fuck the ceiling, crackin’ weird sounds when I try to sleep, fuck the thoughts that sneak in and start talkin’ deep. Fuck insomnia, makin’ everything feel bleak, fuck tomorrow, that bastard can wait till next week. Fuck it, Fuck the tr… Fuck the trees, fuck disease, fuck manners sayin’ please, fuck the drinks, fuck the weeds, fuck the weed, fuck anything that’s new, fuck everything that moves, fuck the dog shit stuck under my shoe… fuck me? Fuck you

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