Sounds Bad

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
I wanna dedicate this to my struggling bro
Keep pushing on, keep pushing on
Yeah

First of the month
Check late, again
Got nothin' to do (Got nothin' to do)
I'm a roll me a blunt
Got drank
Call me a ho or two
Now I know that it sound like I'm living on the edge
Only you ain't hear the worst
I got the whole house running on the generator
No good food in my "frigidator"
Damn, and I'm late for work

[Chorus:]
Don't that sound bad, horrible?
No inspiration, no goals
I know it sound like I wanna die
And I know I'm so miserable
But this just so happens to be the best day of my life

Now, I don't wanna confuse you
Hurtin' on the inside
But I won't let you see (But I won't let you see)
That's why every little dollar and every little penny
Goes to puttin' an outfit on me
'Cause I'm a stay fresh to death, dressed to impress the rest
You know how I do it when I do it
I'm a show you how to do it so you can do it for somebody else, mmm
But I still got the house on the generator
No good food in my "fridigator"
Damn, and I'm late for work

[Chorus]

My life
Bottle of patron, pick of ice
Drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink
Ain't no talkin' 'bout that bullshit
I'm talkin' like a newspaper
I'm talkin' 'bout the newspaper full of weed
Like the whole thing
And I'm a roll it up and smoke it
Hey, hit this weed, nigga
And really let you think about you
And in the end, you gotta let me do what I do

[Chorus]

Horrible
No inspiration, no goals
I know it sound like I wanna die
And I know I'm so miserable
But this just so happens to be the best day of my life

Horrible
No inspiration, no goals
I know it sound like I wanna die
And I know I'm so miserable
But this just so happens to be the best day of my life
Yeah