Lyrics: Sounds Bad

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

First of the month
Check late
Got nothin to do
Imma roll me a blunt
Got drank
Call me a hoe or two
Now I know that it sound like I'm living on the edge
Only you ain't hear the worst
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
That's why every little dollar
And every little penny
Goes to puttin an outfit on me
Cause Imma stay fresh to death
Dressed to impress
The rest
You know how I do it when I do it
Imma show you how to do it
So you can do it for somebody else
Mmm
But I still that house on the generator
No good food in my fridigator
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

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

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

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

Yea