Today Might Be The Hit

Today might be the hit
Or it won't be shit
Yada-yada-yada-ya
Nothing's gonna trouble me no more
Might choose to die
Fuck the bird chirps outside
And everything is hard
Might shoot it for your stars

The hit
Today might be the hit
The hit, the hit
Today might be the hit

Today might turn to dust
It's dark, in God, in me I trust
Yada-yada-yada-ya
Yada-yada-yada-ya
Might choose to die
All my words gon' spied
And the seasons in the sun
Oh, what a pretty song

The hit
Today might be the hit
Yeah
The hit, the hit
Today might be the hit

Today might be the hit
Or, it won't be shit
Yada-yada-ya
Yada-yada-ya
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

Might choose to die
Oh, the birds gon' cry
And the seasons in the sun
Oh, where did I go wrong?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la