Testo Yesterday - Big B
Testo della canzone Yesterday (Big B), tratta dall'album Good Times & Bad Advice
Yesterday wasn't such a good day
And today, well it ain't much better
All these days they keep on passing
'Til I can't get my shit together
I say, yesterday wasn't such a good day
And today, well it ain't much better
All these days they keep on passing
'Til I can't get my shit together
This is how it starts off
It's just the little things that set me off
And even though I try to avoid the matter of course
First call of the day, is a bill collector
Telling she's doing her job, I need to respect her
Fuck that bitch, you need to get a new profession
Now that I have your attention
Why is it that I am a grown man
But feel like I am on detention?
Let me say this with discretion, I do not give a fuck
The best thing you can do is just hang up
Yesterday wasn't such a good day
And today, well it ain't much better
All these days they keep on passing
'Til I can't get my shit together
I say, yesterday wasn't such a good day
And today, well it ain't much better
All these days they keep on passing
'Til I can't get my shit together
2 p.m. after they're gone
Thinkin' to myself, "I need to get my grab on"
Like a little kid, I moonwalk to the fridge
It ain't my luck, there ain't shit inside
But some spoil milk and some ketchup
Man, what the fuck!
Open up the covers in the mail too
Oh please, oh please
Tell me what this fat boy is supposed to do?
I wreck my car last week, I got a DUI
They took away my license, and now I can't drive
My PO check me every week and I can't get high
Man, sometimes I don't even know why I try
Yesterday wasn't such a good day
And today, well it ain't much better
All these days they keep on passing
'Til I can't get my shit together
I say, yesterday wasn't such a good day
And today, well it ain't much better
All these days they keep on passing
'Til I can't get my shit together
Three cop cars, and they're parked outside
Walk outside, walk outside
Three cop cars, and they're parked outside
I think I better run, I think I better hide
Yeah, I say I wanna change, then I just changed my mind
Only thing I'm seeing is disappointment in a lotta hard times
You know what the saddest thing is
I ain't even good at crying, I ain't lying
I tried to sell drugs, I ended up buying them
Yeah, I know it, go ahead and say it
I'ma blow it, a bipolar, white trash, tattooed poet
Only thing I've ever been good at is being bad
That's why I fucked up everything I've ever had
Yesterday wasn't such a good day
And today, well it ain't much better
All these days they keep on passing
'Til I can't get my shit together
I say, yesterday wasn't such a good day
And today, well it ain't much better
All these days they keep on passing
'Til I can't get my shit together
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Writer(s): Jerome Kern, Otto Harbach
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