fuck today

Lil Wayne

Sitting on my porch sippinââ?¬â?¢ 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 donââ?¬â?¢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 donââ?¬â?¢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 Iââ?¬â?¢m feeling fuck you...

And fuck today
Fuck today
Fuck everything gon be alright
Fuck ok
Cause Iââ?¬â?¢m feeling like I had about enough today
Cause Iââ?¬â?¢m feeling like I had about enough today

Donââ?¬â?¢t you see that world is my stage
And I must perform to the best of my abilities
Yeaaaah
Muthafuckers talking away
But we donââ?¬â?¢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 donââ?¬â?¢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 Iââ?¬â?¢m feeling like I had about enough today
Cause Iââ?¬â?¢m feeling like I had about enough today

Donââ?¬â?¢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 donââ?¬â?¢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
Iââ?¬â?¢m the sickest virus on and offline
Imaginary line, you donââ?¬â?¢t wanna cross mine
Found a clock in the street Iââ?¬â?¢m making up for lost time
Third eye blind but itââ?¬â?¢s still fuck the bullshit
Knowing what I got but more conscience of what I could get
Tired of the same shit, donââ?¬â?¢t know who to blame shit
And we knew a black president wouldnââ?¬â?¢t change shit
Money still a language well aint nobody talkinââ?¬â?¢
I found my calendar in the garbage
So..

Donââ?¬â?¢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 donââ?¬â?¢t give a fuck about it
And I donââ?¬â?¢t give a shit about you
I donââ?¬â?¢t give a damn about you
And I donââ?¬â?¢t give a shit about you
Muthafuck you
Muthafuck me

Sitting on my porch sippinââ?¬â?¢ 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...