[Lil Wayne] Sitting on my porch sippin’ on Jim Beam read the newspaper man, guess what i seen sh-t 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 f-ck 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 f-ck you….
[Chorus] and f-ck today f-ck today f-ck everything gon be alright f-ck 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 muthaf-ckers 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 n-gga got killed, man I miss my dawg the landlord buggin and the rent keep coming lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com 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 n-gga so…
[Gudda Gudda / LilWayne - Chorus] f-ck today f-ck everything gon be alright f-ck 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 muthaf-ckers talking away but I don’t care what they say Imma take this sh-t 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 f-ck the bullsh-t knowing what I got but more conscience of what I could get tired of the same sh-t, don’t know who to blame sh-t and we knew a Black President wouldn’t change sh-t money still a language well aint nobody talkin’ I found my calender 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 muthaf-ckers talking that sh-t we gon have to see what I did cause I don’t give a f-ck about it and I don’t give a sh-t about you I don’t give a damn about you and I don’t give a sh-t about you muthaf-ck you muthaf-ck me
[Chorus - repeated]
Sitting on my porch sippin’ on Jim Bean read the newspaper man, guess what i seen sh-t bad enough to make a grown man scream and then I woke up, its not a bad dream