[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")
[Outro: T-Pain]
Yeah!!
