[Lil wayne]

Sitting on my porch sippin' on jim beam

Read the newspaper man, guess what I've 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...