"Bad Day" lyrics

"Bad Day"

You should stop daydreaming while you're driving
You got the cops in your rear vision, cruising to King Gizzard
You should throw 'em in the sky, everybody's a star
We warm up to life unwinding
Pour yourself another one

Pull up, had a bad day
Cling to the bummer, baby
And I wish I knew how today would go
I'm you, you're a rainbow too

Then I awoke, kaleidoscope
That's how it rolls when you're Alex Knost, the musician
Throw 'em in the sky, everybody be a star
Got new cops in your division
Got you, baby

Pull up, had a bad day
My boyfriend is a DJ
'Round white champagne tables
I'm you, you're a rainbow too

You should stop daydreaming
Got the cops in your rear vision
You should probably get off here
You should stop daydreaming
We warm up to life unwinding
We warm up to life unwinding
You should stop daydreaming
Got the cops in your rear vision
You should probably get off here
You should stop daydreaming
We warm up to life unwinding
We warm up to life unwinding


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