[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...