Lil wayne fuck today

How do you give voice to your pain, let it breathe properly, when your grief runs up against the limits of verbal expression? We don't have the vocabulary to articulate the loss of the things that make us who we are—whether it's our loved ones or our community or our very ideals. This is a song about that, about what happens when reality is worse than whatever language you can use to address it, when there is nothing left to say but fuck the world. Make no mistake: The election of Donald Trump isn't just a dangerous mandate for every form of destructive hatred—racism, sexism, xenophobia, religious hatred, homophobia, transphobia, the list goes on—although it is that. It's a tragedy for all Americans. It's a defeat for anyone who believes in the American ideal that this country by the people is also for the people, a project for the collective good rather than the good of an egomaniacal elite.

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, this is not a bad dream, man 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 motherfucker cock it back and please buck away 'Cause right now I'm feeling fuck you 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 I said, 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 Don't you see that this whole world is my stage? And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah Motherfuckers talking away But we don't care what they say I'ma take this shit day by day Yeah yeah Ok, these are the days, the days of our lives Where do you have a calendar? Because I lost mine Uh, I lost mine, uh 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 ain't nobody talkin' They found my calendar in the garbage So 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 I said 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 Don't you see that this whole world is my stage? And I must perform to the best of my abilities, yeah Motherfuckers talking away 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 motherfuck you, motherfuck me And fuck today, fuck today Fuck everything gon' be alright Fuck ok Fuck everything gon' be alright Fuck ok Fuck everything gon' be alright Fuck ok, hey fuck today, hey, fuck today, hey fuck today, hey, fuck today Fuck everything gon' be alright Fuck ok Fuck everything gon' be alright 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, this is not a bad dream. Lil Wayne songs in August. All artists.

Ballin Clean Ballin CleanThe place was clean and active with young basketballers going in and out of his shop that always showed him respect, and he returned that respect with "I got you big man! Laundry and Care Instruction. Don't play with the gang we is not kids. Detected beats are highlighted on the audio.

Lil Wayne. A young nigga screaming fuck the world and let 'em die. Behind tints, tryna' duck the world and smoking rie. Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet.