Pastor Troy - Livin' Today Thru... lyrics

Lord I'm sorry, I'm tired
God I'm tired, God I'm tired
Don't nobody know what it is
Don't nobody know it's like
I'm livin today thru tommorrow and I
Know I ain't gon' make it

Livin today thru tommorrow while
Yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth
And yell fuck the earth
I worked for food stamps without the
Book instead of helping me
Or blessing me my niggas below
I thank my niggas
And Tommy Hill can't help me
Figure a damn thang
Less than frontin me a pound
Of weed or some cocaine
I had got to the same
Conclusion that Uncle Sam made
Don't touch the dope but know it's movin'
And if it's proven what I'm doin's
Gonna hurt to the hustle
That's on the muscle this whole
Motherfuckin world is trouble
When I don't laugh took the color

Took the color blind while toatin dimes
And my nut sack full time
I'm grindin playa, damn askin momma may I
I'm writin fire bet you wanna fuck
Up nigga start gettin high
I rely on my mother nature
Quarter to break her
Gotta show her I appreciate her
With all these haters
That be constantly surrounding me
Nowhere to go
So I smoke some weed and drink some mo'
Now they my friends and I been
In a bunch of crazy moods
God please excuse quick to race
Because I love to loose yeah I'm the loser

God I can't take this no more
I can't take this no more
I'm sorry, I can't take this no more
(gun goes off)

Livin today thru tommorrow while
Yesterday was cursed i put the pistol in my
Mouth and yell fuck the earth
Livin today thru tommorrow
While yesterday was cursed
I put the pistol in my mouth
Put the pistol in my mouth

Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me
A empty picture as I beg
The world for everything
Never could get a piece
Of this American dream
(I took a nap) I took a nap
When I wake up the same thang back in trap
Shootin craps without shootin guns
Man that's my life
They say that I'm the son of God
I thinkin twice the price of the leather see
And I don't speak
As I preach keep the pistol in my reach
Cuz niggas crazy, look at how this doja made
Me man I don't sweat
Playin Russian roulette with the
Tech place yo bet
Love let the devil kill me (I'll be okay)
Cuz I'm gone have to die any
Fuckin way why not today chorus