Tmrw
Fuck this fuck that
I hear everybody saying fuck this kids rap
What's this that's whack
Yeah You sing too much
Why you always seem to talk bout how you drink too much
You dream too much
All this pessimism is messing with him
He on the verge of just quitting
I can't sit down to just write I hate spitting
I'm thinking of just walking away smashing and bury the vision
I have a division that's splitting my soul from my body It's fusion and fission
You thinking I'm kidding
I think a jet pack to the moon wouldn't send me away
I think a spliff and a spoon could keep me awake
I think I've looked into the future and pictured my fate
But what if everything around me is fake
What if I left it and I never came back to this game
What if I only fucking did it for fame
What if I rapped for ten years and neither me or Ganz was ever on the fucking same goddamn
I know that it's
All in my head
I'm here today
But gone tomorrow
I'm gone tomorrow
What did you think I would just leave
This the reprieve I am not Lennon i am not letting it be
However it be I am not quitting
I am not finished
This is like quidditch i am the seeker
You couldn't be her
Propping me up
I got the rose
prop a knee up
Imma be froze
Then imma go
All of my bro's
They stay down for me
I'm on the ground
They pick me up they been around to see
Me at my worst
My girl is the first
To tell me that I need to be changing it up
Don't give a fuck
You need to stop
Thinking of hanging it up
Feigning and tuck
Pushing your luck
I got the moves
When you would move
That's when I hit em I get em
That's when I act like Isaiah
Or Thomas the tank
I run it around then I run into the paint
Score it on bank
Off of the board Into the lake casting my bait
Then I would wait
Fish on fish on
feel like a castaway
Fish on fish on
You when you masterbate
Ohh
Pan fried and seared
I'm here Im here
Never gon leave
I'm coming to peace
I know that it's
All in my head
I'm here today
And I'll be here tomorrow
I hear everybody saying fuck this kids rap
What's this that's whack
Yeah You sing too much
Why you always seem to talk bout how you drink too much
You dream too much
All this pessimism is messing with him
He on the verge of just quitting
I can't sit down to just write I hate spitting
I'm thinking of just walking away smashing and bury the vision
I have a division that's splitting my soul from my body It's fusion and fission
You thinking I'm kidding
I think a jet pack to the moon wouldn't send me away
I think a spliff and a spoon could keep me awake
I think I've looked into the future and pictured my fate
But what if everything around me is fake
What if I left it and I never came back to this game
What if I only fucking did it for fame
What if I rapped for ten years and neither me or Ganz was ever on the fucking same goddamn
I know that it's
All in my head
I'm here today
But gone tomorrow
I'm gone tomorrow
What did you think I would just leave
This the reprieve I am not Lennon i am not letting it be
However it be I am not quitting
I am not finished
This is like quidditch i am the seeker
You couldn't be her
Propping me up
I got the rose
prop a knee up
Imma be froze
Then imma go
All of my bro's
They stay down for me
I'm on the ground
They pick me up they been around to see
Me at my worst
My girl is the first
To tell me that I need to be changing it up
Don't give a fuck
You need to stop
Thinking of hanging it up
Feigning and tuck
Pushing your luck
I got the moves
When you would move
That's when I hit em I get em
That's when I act like Isaiah
Or Thomas the tank
I run it around then I run into the paint
Score it on bank
Off of the board Into the lake casting my bait
Then I would wait
Fish on fish on
feel like a castaway
Fish on fish on
You when you masterbate
Ohh
Pan fried and seared
I'm here Im here
Never gon leave
I'm coming to peace
I know that it's
All in my head
I'm here today
And I'll be here tomorrow
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Gagne
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