Soundtrack of your day

Post the song and lyrics of the song that sums up your day the best. I'll go first:

Suicidal Thoughts By Biggie

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
But naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
(BANG)
(hey yo big...hey yo big)

I smoke two joints in the morning.
I smoke two joints at night.
I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright
I smoke two joints a dime a piece, and two the time before
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
and then I smoke two more

smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia
smoked cigarettes 'til the day she died
toke a big spliff of some good sensamill..."
"Easy-E were ya ever caught steppin'?" "hell nah!"

Daddy he once told me "son you be hard workin' man"
and Momma she once told me "son you do the best you can"
but, then one day I met a man who came to me and said
"Hard work good, and hard work fine, but first take care of Head"

this is a song with no words

but no one can hear the missing

they just look at my mouth
and look at my mouth and say

hey man, i know where you're coming from (yeah.. bullshit!)

furniture has no say in life

it was made to be used by people

how many times have you felt like a bookcase

sitting in a living room gathering dust

full of thoughts already written? (how 'bout now?)

this is a song with no words

no one can hear the missing

you can see my mouth and see that it's moving

i think you already know where i'm coming from

right here