Lyric Livin Today Thru...
[Pastor Troy]
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
[Verse 1]
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 fuck 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
[Pastor Troy]
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]
[Chorus 2X]
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth
[Verse 2]
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
cuz 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)
cuz I m gone have to die any fuckin way why not today
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 fuck 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
[Pastor Troy]
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]
[Chorus 2X]
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth
Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth
[Verse 2]
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
cuz 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)
cuz I m gone have to die any fuckin way why not today
[Chorus]
