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[Intro:]
Ah man yeah they talk, but i can't hear what they say,
cause i'm flyin' (ohhhh) Yeah,
its young khalifa man, yeah they talk but i cant hear

Worst Day

Calvin Harris

Ready for the Weekend

2009

you,
While you're telling me that you can't do this anymore

This must be the worst day of my life
This must be the worst day of my life
And it's

Everybody in the club getting lit
Baby shake that hip
Odell one hand
Baby catch this dick
Make it move so fast
That a nigga can't grip
They keep calling me

don't know nobody
Nobody safe
I accomplish goals I can't relate
I need them rack all in my face
Ooo
Bitch I can't lose
Ooo
Bitch I always stay true
Ooo

worser than cancer and AIDS (than cancer)
Kids can't got to school, people can't go to work
Strip clubs closed, bitches ain't got nowhere to twerk (nah)

Yeah, yeah
Shh
Uh, aye
Never repent, yeah
Uh
Aye
I do what I want you can't say nun
Killas on Killas
Killas like Freddy and Jason (Jason)
Taylor

siphoning from shows, bitch
And triple-Six the set
(Six-six-six the set) Run it back
Tight as Corey Duffel pants
Doing niggas dirty as the
Motherfucking

What I do, Most em couldn’t do it if they tried to.

They can’t do what I do, Fuck em if they try to. 

What I do? None of ‘em could do it if they tried

nice 
Going blind with my ice 
Drip from my head to my toe 
I Stay on top like a fro 
Chef Corey that's the bro 

With my niggas and the hoes
We all

loot

Society's corrupt can't deny
Every day we hustle just to get by
The rich get richer the poor stay poor
Open your eyes it's a class war

Schools

be goofy, y'all never real right
Y'all bad for the business, get left from the business

Don't trust it, but it can happen overnight
Only niggas I

Corey Taylor (SLIPKNOT, STONE SOUR) - vocals
Robert Flynn (MACHINE HEAD) - rhythm guitar, keyboards
Jordan Whelan (STILL REMAINS) - rhythm guitar

to do the same but he can't afford it (Hey)
Like all damn day
She's on my mind (Hey)
Like all damn day
She's on my mind
She ain't from the States
She's

me coming
And you can't say you really love me cus that ain't a hunnid 
I know a few ppl that love we ain't come from nuthin 
And y'all done made y'all

the scent its a crucible of sorts
Even the proudest of men knelt like a Lutheran
Youth is killed by witnessing a killer get killed
So much killing can't tell

way fa sho we just can't go wrong
So let's stick together, make
everything better.
Together is right where we all belong.

[Spoken:]
[Cory:] YEEAA! Oh,

Ahh Taylor Made
You are in a deep sleep... but when you wake up from this sleep 
You must follow her
She is the key
Go get her Taylor Made... go grab

Ya I know why you hate
'Cause I'm 'bout to be great
I do things that you can't
Shit I'm wet like I come out the sky
It take a lot of gas for me

I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road I’m in a mode n 'fo
Takin' it to 'em, hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along
I'm

I'm throwed
I'm bouncin' off the road I’m in a mode n 'fo
Takin' it to 'em, hop out my big body form
Chain with the charm can't forget Moet along
I'm

wave grooves and crazy hairdos from Kalamazoo to Timbuktu
Well my name is what yours is not
Got a big white Benz and a penthouse cot
No other crews can

everyday
We know it's true, but we keep fuckin' it up anyway

I can see it in their eyes
They see right thru my disguise
I can't hide behind my lies
Anymore

everyday
We know it's true, but we keep fuckin' it up anyway
I can see it in their eyes
They see right thru my disguise
I can't hide behind my lies
Anymore

Yo Deji
What Up Taylor Gang
Riding through the town I got my Windows down
Turning up the music do you feel Me now
Holding on to Aces blowing by