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...