BAD DAY - YOU EVER JUST HAVE THEM FEELINGS I DO AND THEY'RE ALWAYS RIGHT... #badday

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Yeah...
You ever wake up and just know somethin' off?
Like the Devil exhaled and the whole sky coughed?
Shit... ain't even rainin' yet,
But I can feel the storm like it's breathin' down my neck...

I can feel it in the air, like the wind got teeth,
Like a ghost done whispered through the trailer screen.
Sky look clean, but my gut say duck,
‘Cause calm don’t mean peace, it means bad luck.

Birds ain't chirpin’, dogs don’t bark,
Whole trailer park got that haunted dark.
Ain’t even sipped yet, but my hands still shake,
Whole world feel heavy like it want somethin’ to break.

My boots hit dirt, and the ground feel wrong,
Like somethin’ crawlin’ underneath singin' death's song.
Mama used to say when the vibe shift cold —
"That’s the Devil writin’ names on a pot of gold."

Somethin’ ain’t right, I swear it on God,
Like a .45 twitchin’ in a junkyard Dodge.
You better brace up, better lock them doors,
'Cause today got weight like a civil war.
You can smell that trouble — thick in the air,
So get your heart right, boy, get your mind prepared.
I don't know what’s comin’, but it ain’t gon’ play fair...
When that gut talk, best listen with care.

Ashtray full, but I spark one more,
Watch the smoke dance like a warning before war.
Ain’t no calls, ain’t no texts on blast,
It’s that silent fuckin’ tension that hits you fast.

Birds flyin’ crooked, sky got a tint,
Like God pulled a curtain, but the light won’t glint.
Ain’t no sirens, ain’t no screams just yet —
But somethin' in my bones got me cold with sweat.

Whole house creakin’, fridge hum low,
Even my own damn shadow movin’ too slow.
I load up the Glock, just in case it’s fate,
‘Cause I done seen peace flip and turn irate.

Somethin’ ain’t right, I feel it in waves,
Like a preacher that’s lyin’ at a fresh-dug grave.
Better kiss your kin, better check your pride,
‘Cause bad days don't knock — they just slide inside.
You can hear that doom — it’s hummin’ out there,
So get your soul ready, get your soul prepared.
Ain’t no fuckin’ warning, no mercy to spare...
When you feel it in the air, best say a prayer.

Ain’t paranoia... it’s prophecy.
Ain’t superstition... it’s strategy.
When that stillness hit? That’s war breathin'.
So sharpen your teeth, boy — somethin’s leavin’...

So if the breeze turn bitter and your peace gets shook,
If your chest go tight and you scared to look...
Just remember — some days don’t give a sign.
They smile like peace, then gut you from behind.

You know the feelin’...
It’s in the air.