Bad Day Vinnie Paz

[Verse 1]
Some people wake up late, I wake up mad late
All the time hungover, it's a sad state
I love liquor, she my bitch and her ass great
But I don't remember anything from our last date
I wipe the sleep from my eyes and I peep my phone
20 texts, 30 calls, just leave me alone
My head pounding like crazy, I need some Patrón
That’s the hair of the dog, god, need a bone
Kiss my mama on the cheek, she look beautiful
(Vinnie, you're a mess! What I'm gonna do with you?)
I know you cooking something
(Yeah, I made some food for you
Manicotti, braciole and some prosciutto too)
I told you wild times, ma, I don't fuck with pork
Please pass the Locatelli and a bunch of salt
The phone ring, it's the police, but who would've thought
This motherfuckin' pig tellin' me I'm due in court

[Chorus]
Every time that I feel this shit is goin' my way
Something come along and fuck up my day
I had a rhyme in my mind. Now there's nothing to say
And cousin, that just fucked up my day
Driving down the block. Someone cut in my way
That shit went and fucked up my day
Rap critics, they always got something to say
I would never let that fuck up my day