Songtext Fuck today Lil' Wayne

Fuck today

[Lil Wayne]
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...

[Chorus]
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
[repeat]

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

[Gudda Gudda]
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...

[Gudda Gudda / LilWayne - Chorus]
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

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
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..

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus - repeated]

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...