Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Fuck Today

rate me

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, it's 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 ain't 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

I'm a 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 ain't 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, it's not a bad dream

Young mula crazy...

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