Tomorrow
If tomorrow never dies than I'm soaring through the skies
And that's word to the wise
The top is reserved as I search for the prize
Tryna make it in a game full of cut throats
I gotta cross over the bridge
But I can't see the other side 'cause the gun smoke
I ain't giving up I just hope that my lungs won't
As I take a deep breath I can feel the excitment
I came a long way, no nigga, no hitch-hiking
Looking down the road that my wrist brighten
And then my life took a sudden change
All I see is cash money like Lil' Wayne
And I hope they understand me
I wake up to a prayer like a voodoo priest
Now that's a hell of a metaphor
I wake up laying next to a fine bitch
But tomorrow I need a better whore
And everyday I meet a new faith
This weed got my mind in a group race
They wearing track shoes but I don't understand
How I'm out running everyone in Timberlands
Now it's time to blaze
So I'm high off life and a ounce of haze
Everybody count money but don't count the grave
I count white faces, they used to count the slaves
So could you blame me
If the money change you then it can change me
Shit, they say living rich ain't free
So I gotta let the money chase me
And that's word to the wise
The top is reserved as I search for the prize
Tryna make it in a game full of cut throats
I gotta cross over the bridge
But I can't see the other side 'cause the gun smoke
I ain't giving up I just hope that my lungs won't
As I take a deep breath I can feel the excitment
I came a long way, no nigga, no hitch-hiking
Looking down the road that my wrist brighten
And then my life took a sudden change
All I see is cash money like Lil' Wayne
And I hope they understand me
I wake up to a prayer like a voodoo priest
Now that's a hell of a metaphor
I wake up laying next to a fine bitch
But tomorrow I need a better whore
And everyday I meet a new faith
This weed got my mind in a group race
They wearing track shoes but I don't understand
How I'm out running everyone in Timberlands
Now it's time to blaze
So I'm high off life and a ounce of haze
Everybody count money but don't count the grave
I count white faces, they used to count the slaves
So could you blame me
If the money change you then it can change me
Shit, they say living rich ain't free
So I gotta let the money chase me
Credits
Writer(s): Ismael Saba
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