[Verse 1] Store work day Three strikes in one damn day Let's go Wake up, lace up, facin' a rush Tryna act normal, keep calm, don't cuss Hit the little store for the bread and the eggs Mindin' my business, just movin' my legs Lady say morning, I'm not real slick Then my neck pop back and I tick real quick Fuck, in the freezer, tits by the peas Old man cross himself, kid freeze in a snake Grab me a basket jaw like I twitch balls In the bakery aisles, likes bitch cash, you say Paper or plastic, my dude, I say Tasty, then I bark out, eat shit, you prude Not at her, not at him, not at nobody here My mouth just hijack every calm atmosphere I'm tryna buy milk, not terrify the town But my nervous system loves draggin' me down My mouth got hands, my brain got bricks Every night's moment get cracked by ticks Work shift, first date, wrong damn time Tryna speak clean, but the curse words climb I don't mean it, I don't pick this shit But the words bust out and the room gets hit I'm still standin', still crackin' a grin Even when my own mouth starts swingin' again [Verse 2] Clock in, badge on floor, look peck Boss say keep it pro, I say fax Then the tick hit hard, whole room got floored I yell, "Hard!" and almost get it escorted Coworker stare like I'm cursed by hell I'm pointin' at my chest like I can't help that yell Customer ask where the game cords at I point aisle six, then snap, boss sack Breakroom dead, Janet talkin' coupons I'm sippin' cheap coffee, holdin' on too long Then my shoulder jump, chest clench, lip curl Piss, I'll share, sorry, man, wrong girl Everybody tense like a bomb in a sock I'm just tryna survive till I punch that clock Whole damn day been a public collapse I need hazard pay for these verbal attacks My mouth got hands, my brain got bricks Every nice little plan gets smashed by ticks Boss, clear lunchroom, same old mess Tryna stay cool, but I fail with zest I don't cue it, I don't call this in But the filth cuts loose with a savage grin Still I show up, still I walk right in Even when my own mouth starts swingin' again [Verse 3] Late night, steakhouse, candlelight glow She look fine as hell, I'm like, don't blow this, bro She say, "You look nice," I say, "You too" Then shit pops out like a busted screw Waiter slide through, ask what I like I say maybe steak, then my face goes spike Tick, tick, son of a bitch, real loud Whole damn restaurant turn into a crowd I say I got tourette's, I'm not bein' obscene Then I tick again, ballbag, great scene She pause one second, then she starts to grin Said, "Honestly, that beats fake small talk spin" Now we eat, I twitch, I bark, she cope First date somehow still got a little hope That's life right there, ugly, but legit Sometimes love walks in through the weirdest shit Some laugh weird, some stare hard Some got grace, some just guard But the real ones hear me past the noise And let me still be me [Outro] Bad timing, big mouth, save damn scars Store work day, daylight Tryna stay cool, but the filter die I ain't choosin' this I just live this One more day in the madhouse, bitch My mouth got hands, my brain got bricks But I'm still right here with the same damn ticks All day, cheap stairs, wild ass scene Still more to me than the words that scream Can't shut it down, every second it hits But I ain't gonna fold from the weight of this Still got jokes, still got skin Even when my own mouth starts swingin' again Even when my own mouth starts swingin' again
