Tomorrow
Will I ever see tomorrow, I don't know
I just wanna drown my sorrows, in the nearest bottle
With the fittest model, someone I can cuddle or maybe even fucking trouble
Cuz now I'm Cole up in the stratosphere, 2016 where did it disappear
I thought I made it clear that this was supposes to be my year
Instead twas the year of many tears
Most of my brothers didn't make it here, Obama just let 'em all disappear
Obama didn't alleviate the fear
We thought we had it all when we saw a black man at the white man's door
But that ain't the case we've just lost a race
From ashes to ashes and dust unto dust
Who can I fucking trust when I've already lost
I used to be the boss, I used to be on top
The cream of the crop took a belly flop off the pedestal they put him on
What's the fucking point, go on and smoke that joint
Go on and point that gun, hope it brings back your son
The devil's already won when brothers don't treat brothers as if they one
We say it's all love then send 'em up to Heaven above
So what have we achieved this year, we thought we made it clear
That this was supposed to be our year
The year of no fears, no tear gas can make us disappear but still I see the fear
Despair in your heart got you screaming where is my God
Whilst my friends looking over with despise demise reflected in his eyes
Can't lie I can't save him
Losing friends as if I'm famous
They screaming that I'm changing, I'm screaming that I'm blameless
Society is fucked, the devil plundered it went down and up
I just wanna drown my sorrows, in the nearest bottle
With the fittest model, someone I can cuddle or maybe even fucking trouble
Cuz now I'm Cole up in the stratosphere, 2016 where did it disappear
I thought I made it clear that this was supposes to be my year
Instead twas the year of many tears
Most of my brothers didn't make it here, Obama just let 'em all disappear
Obama didn't alleviate the fear
We thought we had it all when we saw a black man at the white man's door
But that ain't the case we've just lost a race
From ashes to ashes and dust unto dust
Who can I fucking trust when I've already lost
I used to be the boss, I used to be on top
The cream of the crop took a belly flop off the pedestal they put him on
What's the fucking point, go on and smoke that joint
Go on and point that gun, hope it brings back your son
The devil's already won when brothers don't treat brothers as if they one
We say it's all love then send 'em up to Heaven above
So what have we achieved this year, we thought we made it clear
That this was supposed to be our year
The year of no fears, no tear gas can make us disappear but still I see the fear
Despair in your heart got you screaming where is my God
Whilst my friends looking over with despise demise reflected in his eyes
Can't lie I can't save him
Losing friends as if I'm famous
They screaming that I'm changing, I'm screaming that I'm blameless
Society is fucked, the devil plundered it went down and up
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Writer(s): Jordan Dim
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