Smile Tomorrow
I promise I'll smile tomorrow,
if somebody's got a smile I can borrow.
I promise I can make you laugh
in the future when I'm finished with the past.
And these are supposed to be the best years of my life, my life
And these are supposed to be the best years of my life, my life
Worrying about your next meal
I'm telling you, that is the problem with running away
I'm sure you can see the appeal
Especially if you can feel you have something to say
The stomach will rumble for real, and humble you
I hope you male friends on the road
There's many a bend in the road
I've been to the end of the road
I'm back with a vengeance
And did I mention,
we live in The Age of the Bomv'bs That Fall From the Sky?
It's allbeen a lie, win, lose, or draw
Let's call it a tie, we're all gonna die
I dropped out of college
The knowledge I got in the world would lay it to shame
I do all my girlfirend's homework
And right now, she gets straight A's
I smoke, I drink, I float, I sink
And I'm alone.
I'm broke, I blink
and everything that I been working for is gone
In all the bus staitons and the airports
staring at the numers in my phone.
So many different floors, couches, mattresses.
Man, 'm wonderin', where is home?
I just want somethin' on my own. I promise I'll smile tomorrow,
if somebody's got a smile I can borrow.
I promise I can make you laugh
in the future when I'm finished with the past.
And these are supposed to be the best years of my life, my life
And these are supposed to be the best years of my life, my life
Yo, yo, yo, wrong side of 25
waking upout of my slumber
finally tryin' to see that sunny side
Still in the sahde, though, money-wise
Tell me, why's everything gotte be so grown up?
And everyone's walking around as if somethin' is missin'
insistin' the don't know what?
Liberalmindes, meaning I care
I'm agnostic, meaning I'm scared
Ex dope-fiend, meaning I'm honest
I got love for you, meaning I'm there
And I'm keeping promise
I'ma be laughing until the Grim Reaper's upon us
Positive energy, reading no coments
Head in the clouds as I reach for the comets
I smoke, I drink, I float, I sink
And I'm alone
I'm broke, I blink
And everything that I been working for is gone
In all the bus stations and the airports
Staring at the numbers in my phone
So many different floors, couches, mattresses
Man, I'm wonderin', where is home?
I just want something of my own
I just want something of my own
(I just want something of my own)
Just want something of my own, but I'm outta control
It's kinda hard to grab hold of somethin' that isn't whole
Yo, I'm missin' the feelin' of feelin' ambitious
Sit and I wallow and bitch about shit that I'm missin'
And wishin' I'm rich, and like money will go
And just help my condition
Or solve all my problems
Well, I should probably go and fix it
I'm the man now, and I'mma stand out
I give a fuck if anybody listens
Yo, used to keep it all bottled up
Now I let all the bottles pop
Drink to that, yeah, bottoms up
Celebration, yeah, mazel-tov
Did it to myself
I created monsters
The skeletons in my closet
Are starting to gain consciousness
Yeah, after all, after all
Back's up against the wall
I need Adderall to be creative at all
And I'm watchin' it all as it catapults
This rap shit's really just a cattle call
Dealin' with the bullshit, like a matador
Bein' walked on, a doormat and all
Domino effect, I'm the last to fall
Someone pass the ball, because I'm next involved
With this hip hop shit, I invested all
Don't expect decline, don't press rewind
Only go fast forward, I'm next evolved
Trying to make both my parents proud
Know my granddad's starin' down
Never gonna stop, it's apparent now
I ain't leavin' this bitch 'til I'm carried out
I smoke, I drink, I float, I sink
And I'm alone
I'm broke, I blink
And everything that I been working for is gone
In all the bus stations and the airports
Staring at the numbers in my phone
So many different floors, couches, mattresses
Man, I'm wonderin', where is home?
I just want somethin' of my own
if somebody's got a smile I can borrow.
I promise I can make you laugh
in the future when I'm finished with the past.
And these are supposed to be the best years of my life, my life
And these are supposed to be the best years of my life, my life
Worrying about your next meal
I'm telling you, that is the problem with running away
I'm sure you can see the appeal
Especially if you can feel you have something to say
The stomach will rumble for real, and humble you
I hope you male friends on the road
There's many a bend in the road
I've been to the end of the road
I'm back with a vengeance
And did I mention,
we live in The Age of the Bomv'bs That Fall From the Sky?
It's allbeen a lie, win, lose, or draw
Let's call it a tie, we're all gonna die
I dropped out of college
The knowledge I got in the world would lay it to shame
I do all my girlfirend's homework
And right now, she gets straight A's
I smoke, I drink, I float, I sink
And I'm alone.
I'm broke, I blink
and everything that I been working for is gone
In all the bus staitons and the airports
staring at the numers in my phone.
So many different floors, couches, mattresses.
Man, 'm wonderin', where is home?
I just want somethin' on my own. I promise I'll smile tomorrow,
if somebody's got a smile I can borrow.
I promise I can make you laugh
in the future when I'm finished with the past.
And these are supposed to be the best years of my life, my life
And these are supposed to be the best years of my life, my life
Yo, yo, yo, wrong side of 25
waking upout of my slumber
finally tryin' to see that sunny side
Still in the sahde, though, money-wise
Tell me, why's everything gotte be so grown up?
And everyone's walking around as if somethin' is missin'
insistin' the don't know what?
Liberalmindes, meaning I care
I'm agnostic, meaning I'm scared
Ex dope-fiend, meaning I'm honest
I got love for you, meaning I'm there
And I'm keeping promise
I'ma be laughing until the Grim Reaper's upon us
Positive energy, reading no coments
Head in the clouds as I reach for the comets
I smoke, I drink, I float, I sink
And I'm alone
I'm broke, I blink
And everything that I been working for is gone
In all the bus stations and the airports
Staring at the numbers in my phone
So many different floors, couches, mattresses
Man, I'm wonderin', where is home?
I just want something of my own
I just want something of my own
(I just want something of my own)
Just want something of my own, but I'm outta control
It's kinda hard to grab hold of somethin' that isn't whole
Yo, I'm missin' the feelin' of feelin' ambitious
Sit and I wallow and bitch about shit that I'm missin'
And wishin' I'm rich, and like money will go
And just help my condition
Or solve all my problems
Well, I should probably go and fix it
I'm the man now, and I'mma stand out
I give a fuck if anybody listens
Yo, used to keep it all bottled up
Now I let all the bottles pop
Drink to that, yeah, bottoms up
Celebration, yeah, mazel-tov
Did it to myself
I created monsters
The skeletons in my closet
Are starting to gain consciousness
Yeah, after all, after all
Back's up against the wall
I need Adderall to be creative at all
And I'm watchin' it all as it catapults
This rap shit's really just a cattle call
Dealin' with the bullshit, like a matador
Bein' walked on, a doormat and all
Domino effect, I'm the last to fall
Someone pass the ball, because I'm next involved
With this hip hop shit, I invested all
Don't expect decline, don't press rewind
Only go fast forward, I'm next evolved
Trying to make both my parents proud
Know my granddad's starin' down
Never gonna stop, it's apparent now
I ain't leavin' this bitch 'til I'm carried out
I smoke, I drink, I float, I sink
And I'm alone
I'm broke, I blink
And everything that I been working for is gone
In all the bus stations and the airports
Staring at the numbers in my phone
So many different floors, couches, mattresses
Man, I'm wonderin', where is home?
I just want somethin' of my own
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Writer(s): Joseph Lee Symanski
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