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[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 Letras de cancionesyeaaaah 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... From Letras Mania