lil wayne
fuck today
Sitting on my porch sippin’ on jim beam Read the newspaper man, guess what I seen Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream And then I woke up, its not a bad dream I don’t really wanna talk about it Cause every time I talk about it, I go off about it And every time I get like that I wanna start somebody This world really got you thinking that you on somebody So what you got a gun, I don’t give a fuck about it I would take every bullet and every buck up out it So muthaf-cker cock it back and please buck away Cause right now I’m feeling fuck you... And fuck today Fuck today Fuck everything gon be alright Fuck ok Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today Don’t you see that world is my stage And I must perform to the best of my abilities Yeaaaah Muthafuckers talking away But we don’t care what they say We taking this day by day Man, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning And my tank on e plus the gas price soaring Baby momma trippin tryna get me for my money Now she laughing to the bank and aint a damn thing funny My momma lights off and my daddy don’t call My nigga got killed, man I miss my dawg The landlord buggin and the rent keep coming And the heater broke and I gotta warm my house with the oven Everytime I think about it man it get depressing And the stock market down, the whole country in recession Plus the cops got a warrant out they trying to arrest me Man this whole day startin to stress me Nigga so... Fuck today Fuck everything gon be alright Fuck ok Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today Cause I’m feeling like I had about enough today Don’t you see that this whole world is my stage And I must perform to the best of my abilities Yeaaaah Muthafuckers talking away But I don’t care what they say Imma take this shit day by day Ok, these are the days, the days of our lives Where do you have a calender cause I lost mine Uh, I lost mine, uhh I lost mine I’m the sickest virus on and offline Imaginary line, you don’t wanna cross mine Found a clock in the street I’m making up for lost time Third eye blind but it’s still fuck the bullshit Knowing what I got but more conscience of what I could get Tired of the same shit, don’t know who to blame shit And we knew a black president wouldn’t change shit Money still a language well aint nobody talkin’ I found my calendar in the garbage So.. Don’t you see that this whole world is my stage And I must perform to the best of my abilities Yeaaaah Muthafuckers talking that shit We gon have to see what I did Cause I don’t give a fuck about it And I don’t give a shit about you I don’t give a damn about you And I don’t give a shit about you Muthafuck you Muthafuck me Sitting on my porch sippin’ on jim bean Read the newspaper man, guess what I seen Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream And then I woke up, its not a bad dream Young mula crazy...