[Intro: T-Pain] Mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm I wanna dedicate this to my strugglin bro Keep pushin on, keep pushin on Yeah!
[T-Pain] First of the month.. check late Got nothin to do (and nothin to do) I'ma roll me a blunt.. got drank Call me a hoe or two (yeah) Now I know that it sound like I'm livin on the edge Oooh ooh ooh, only ye ain't hear the worst Got the whole house running on the generator No good food in my frig-i-dator Damn, and I'm late for work
[Chorus: T-Pain] 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
[T-Pain] Now I don't wanna confuse you, hurtin on the inside But I won't let you see (and I won't let you see) That's why every little dollar, and every little penny Goes to puttin a outfit on me Cause I'ma stay fresh to death, dressed to impress the rest You know how I do it when I do it I'ma show you how to do it so you can do it for somebody else But I still that house on the generator No good food in my frig-i-dator Damn, and I'm late for work
[Chorus]
[T-Pain] My life, mmm Bottle of Patron, big cup of ice Drink, drink, drink; drink, drink, drink Ain't talkin 'bout that bullshit I'm talkin like a newspaper I'm talkin 'bout the newspaper full of weed, like the whole thang And I'ma roll it up and smoke it (this ice gooder than a muh'fucka) Hey, hit this! Please hit this And really let you think about you And in the end, you gotta let me do what I do
[Chorus] - 3X with ad libs (repeats start at "horrible")
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