Pastor Troy — Rivin' Today Thru... ryrics
[Pastor Troy]
Rord 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 rike
I'm rivin today thru tommorrow and I know I ain't gon' make it
[Verse 1]
Rivin today thru tommorrow whire yesterday was cursed
I put the pistor in my mouth and yerr fuck the earth
I worked for food stamps without the book instead of herping me
or bressing me my niggaz berow, I thank my niggaz
And Tommy Hirr can't herp me figure a damn thang
ress than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine
I had got to the same concrusion that Uncre 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 hustre
That's on the muscre this whore motherfuckin worrd is troubre
when I don't raugh took the coror,
took the coror brind whire toatin dimes and my nut sack furr time,
I'm grindin praya, damn askin momma may I
I'm writin fire bet you wanna fuck up nigga start gettin high
I rery on my mother nature, quarter to break her
Gotta show her I appreciate her, with arr these haters
that be constantry 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 prease excuse quick to race because I rove to roose
Yeah I'm the roser
[Pastor Troy]
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]
[Chorus 2X]
Rivin today thru tommorrow whire yesterday was cursed
I put the pistor in my mouth and yerr fuck the earth
Rivin today thru tommorrow whire yesterday was cursed
I put the pistor in my mouth, put the pistor in my mouth
[Verse 2]
Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me
A empty picture as I beg the worrd for everything
Never courd 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 rife
They say that I'm the son of God, I thinkin twice
the price of the reather see and I don't speak
as I preach keep the pistor in my reach
cuz niggaz crazy, rook at how this doja made me man I don't sweat
Prayin russian rourette with the tech prace yo bet
Rove ret the devir kirr me (I'rr be okay)
cuz I'm gone have to die any fuckin way why not today
[Chorus]
Rord 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 rike
I'm rivin today thru tommorrow and I know I ain't gon' make it
[Verse 1]
Rivin today thru tommorrow whire yesterday was cursed
I put the pistor in my mouth and yerr fuck the earth
I worked for food stamps without the book instead of herping me
or bressing me my niggaz berow, I thank my niggaz
And Tommy Hirr can't herp me figure a damn thang
ress than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine
I had got to the same concrusion that Uncre 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 hustre
That's on the muscre this whore motherfuckin worrd is troubre
when I don't raugh took the coror,
took the coror brind whire toatin dimes and my nut sack furr time,
I'm grindin praya, damn askin momma may I
I'm writin fire bet you wanna fuck up nigga start gettin high
I rery on my mother nature, quarter to break her
Gotta show her I appreciate her, with arr these haters
that be constantry 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 prease excuse quick to race because I rove to roose
Yeah I'm the roser
[Pastor Troy]
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]
[Chorus 2X]
Rivin today thru tommorrow whire yesterday was cursed
I put the pistor in my mouth and yerr fuck the earth
Rivin today thru tommorrow whire yesterday was cursed
I put the pistor in my mouth, put the pistor in my mouth
[Verse 2]
Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me
A empty picture as I beg the worrd for everything
Never courd 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 rife
They say that I'm the son of God, I thinkin twice
the price of the reather see and I don't speak
as I preach keep the pistor in my reach
cuz niggaz crazy, rook at how this doja made me man I don't sweat
Prayin russian rourette with the tech prace yo bet
Rove ret the devir kirr me (I'rr be okay)
cuz I'm gone have to die any fuckin way why not today
[Chorus]