Livin' Today Thru...

Lyrics

Lord I'm sorry, I'm tired
 God I'm tired, God I'm tired
 Don't nobody know what it is, don't nobody know it's like
 I'm livin today thru tommorrow and I know I ain't gon' make it
 Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
 I put the pistol in my mouth and yell f**k the earth
 I worked for food stamps without the book instead of helping me
 Or blessing me my niggaz below, I thank my niggaz
 And tommy hill can't help me figure a damn thang
 Less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine
 I had got to the same conclusion that uncle sam made
 Don't touch the dope but know it's movin'
 And if it's proven what I'm doin's gonna hurt to the hustle
 That's on the muscle this whole motherf**kin world is trouble
 When I don't laugh took the color,
 Took the color blind while toatin dimes and my nut sack full time,
 I'm grindin playa, damn askin momma may i
 I'm writin fire bet you wanna f**k up nigga start gettin high
 I rely on my mother nature, quarter to break her
 Gotta show her I appreciate her, with all these haters
 That be constantly surrounding me, nowhere to go
 So I smoke some weed and drink some mo'
 Now they my friends and I been in a bunch of crazy moods
 God please excuse quick to race because I love to loose
 Yeah I'm the loser
 God I can't take this no more, I can't take this no more
 I'm sorry, I can't take this no more (*gun goes off*)
 Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
 I put the pistol in my mouth and yell f**k the earth
 Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
 I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth
 Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me
 A empty picture as I beg the world for everything
 Never could get a piece of this american dream
 (I took a nap) I took a nap when I wake up the same thang
 Back in trap, shootin craps without shootin guns man that's my life
 They say that I'm the son of god, I thinkin twice
 The price of the leather see and I don't speak
 As I preach keep the pistol in my reach
 'cause niggaz crazy, look at how this doja made me man I don't sweat
 Playin russian roulette with the tech place yo bet
 Love let the devil kill me (I'll be okay)
 'cause I'm gone have to die any f**kin way why not today

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Duration
04:42
Key
3
Tempo
134 BPM

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