TOMORROW

Lyrics

Because even in my idol, loneliest, I wrote the Moses Acquisition to the Exodus's husband, surrounded by the absence of real love chasing clocks. Time testing your team. I put a bet on your dream. Sleep so loud between us and yesterday's start. Brush your feathers off of my firearms of prayers. And I wrote it like the last paper. Just hold on to the blast, gone. It's like a last sad song when the grass going. And all the dead snakes show. A dead face show of niggas you usеd to know. The suits for your funeral was beautiful and drapеd. Because yesterday we could juxtapose with tomorrow's toll. I do port you from blocks. I owe you souls Lord. 34 Egon niggas, Nigerian bitch. She know you in circle, it squirt is your pistol went. Ring finger motion. I told her, kiss the ring like Roman. 30 inch chain, some let the chain choke them. She has chain like scarface, look like I sell coke. My lifestyle's philosophers dream life. It's Aristotle Will I wake up tomorrow?