The Day After
Congregate all my old sins
Find a way to be open
Take the time to start hoping
I don't wanna be falling
I don't wanna just fall in line
I just wanna go spend my time
Taken off of me
I take that
Quick hit
Automatic
Instant
Pornographic
Image
Oh that's magic
Oh that's magic
I been moving at a six speed
Honestly not sure if he needs me
I told his ass if he loves me, leave me
Love me, leave me
But he not leaving
Fuck tomorrow
Fuck tomorrow
We stay on the road
I just hope that he means it
Fuck tomorrow
Fuck tomorrow
We stay on the road
I just hope that he means it
I just hope that he means it
I been in out of love like a seamstress
I been hitting up the plug on the weekends
Never been chief-ing
Guess it all depends
My heart and soul
I let it go
I let it defend
My bad decisions
And incisions
On my weak hand
Blood dripping from the cuts
Yeah they deep in
Mental state of pretend
Can't even contend
Fuck tomorrow
Fuck tomorrow
We stay on the road
I just hope that he means it
Fuck tomorrow
Fuck tomorrow
We stay on the road
I just hope that he means it
Fuck tomorrow
Fuck tomorrow
We stay on the road
I just hope that he means it
I just hope that he means it
I just hope
I been hoping that he means it
I know it's bad but I hope that he needs it
I just hope that he means it
Find a way to be open
Take the time to start hoping
I don't wanna be falling
I don't wanna just fall in line
I just wanna go spend my time
Taken off of me
I take that
Quick hit
Automatic
Instant
Pornographic
Image
Oh that's magic
Oh that's magic
I been moving at a six speed
Honestly not sure if he needs me
I told his ass if he loves me, leave me
Love me, leave me
But he not leaving
Fuck tomorrow
Fuck tomorrow
We stay on the road
I just hope that he means it
Fuck tomorrow
Fuck tomorrow
We stay on the road
I just hope that he means it
I just hope that he means it
I been in out of love like a seamstress
I been hitting up the plug on the weekends
Never been chief-ing
Guess it all depends
My heart and soul
I let it go
I let it defend
My bad decisions
And incisions
On my weak hand
Blood dripping from the cuts
Yeah they deep in
Mental state of pretend
Can't even contend
Fuck tomorrow
Fuck tomorrow
We stay on the road
I just hope that he means it
Fuck tomorrow
Fuck tomorrow
We stay on the road
I just hope that he means it
Fuck tomorrow
Fuck tomorrow
We stay on the road
I just hope that he means it
I just hope that he means it
I just hope
I been hoping that he means it
I know it's bad but I hope that he needs it
I just hope that he means it
Credits
Writer(s): Alexandre Maldonado
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