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