"Worst Day" lyrics

Let's go on a drive
One hand on the wheel
One hand on your thigh
We on our way to Selfridges
'Cause she wants the Hermes slides
Can't believe that she caught my eye
'Cause she ain't my usual type
No, uh-huh
And I ain't no usual guy

Since I met this girl I ain't had writers block
We're on our way to park chinos hmm and she look fine as fuck
Valentine's Day ain't the only day that I buy her stuff
She wants the LV bag and a moncler jacket
That's a minor of cost

Valentine's the worst day when you got too many hoes
Valentine's the worst day when these girls just do the most
Valentine's the worst day every time I fuck I ghost
Valentine's the worst day always keep them on there toes

Valentine's the worst day
Valentine's the worst day
Valentine's the worst day
Valentine's the worst day
Valentine's the worst day
I won't treat it like your birthday

I said, I'm sorry, I went ghost, you know, my favourite car the rolls
Every time I try, apologise, you just won't let it go
You call me out my name
Like who the fuck you calling hoe
Like I didn't see you do the most
You started following the bros
And I still got you 100 roses. Just to see you smile
I'mma pop up to your snap cause I ain't seen you in a while
You're posting on the gram I double tap I like your style
The fact, you done me dirty that's so wild

Valentine's the worst day
Valentine's the worst day
Valentine's the worst day
Valentine's the worst day
Valentine's the worst day
I won't treat it like your birthday