[Verse]
Stepped out the crib, toast fell butter side down,
Shoelace snapped, now I’m limpin’ through town.
Raincloud over me, feelin’ so cliché,
But I call it a free shower, wash the stress away.
Mailbox full of bills, red stamps stackin’ high,
Call it abstract art, modern chaos in the sky.
Car won’t start, but my sneakers got tread,
Who needs a ride when I’m racin’ the dead?
[Chorus]
It’s the bad luck boogie, two-step in the mess,
Life throws a curve, I’m swingin’ nonetheless.
Shake it off, break it off, twistin’ the gloom,
Every storm’s just a funky monsoon.
[Verse 2]
Tripped on a crack, landed flat on my pride,
Told the ground, "Nice to meet ya, I’ll let it slide."
Pigeon dropped a bomb, yeah, hit me on the dome,
But that’s good luck, right? Now I’m golden at home.
Burnt my toast, but it’s charcoal gourmet,
Fire alarm singin’, call it my DJ.
Lost my wallet, but I found some spare change,
Guess I’m rich in surprises, life’s a bit deranged.
[Chorus]
It’s the bad luck boogie, dance in the doom,
Every flop’s just a beat in my room.
Shimmy through the rubble, got rhythm in my veins,
Even in the chaos, I’m groovin’ through the chains.