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

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

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

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