Apathy, O.C., Kappa Gamma, Slaine - Tomorrow Is Gone lyrics
[Apathy, O.C., Kappa Gamma, Slaine - Tomorrow Is Gone lyrics]
Used to get puss from the way the chain hang
Down to my dick, where the nuts be dangling
Long nights, club hoppin'
Involved the same thing wolves on the prowl
Always kept the gun tucked in my waist
I pray to never be chose - the mark
But we all know what goes on after dark
Brown liquor, near the dance floor, sippin'
Pocket full o' big faces
Surrounded by my niggas
Thinkin' back, it was a crew of ass kissers
Low lives with nothing going on
Hopin' I put em on
Couple live wires stayed in my circle
Cousin Boo which includes myself
Always ready to move
Fitted over my head piece
Coverin' my eyebrows
Noddin' my dome to the songs
People gettin' drunk
Sense the weed linger in the air
Look at my watch it's 3 in the morn'
Now I'm lookin for a slide off
So we can get ghosts
Movin' like a phantom in the
Spot packed with ho's
Back to the seven-one-eight, drop off fam'
Make it home and sleep through the day
From sunset to sunrise we live and we day
Short days and cold nights
Grey skies ya whole life
Wo oooo oooo, tomorrow is gone
Wo oooo oooo, the magic is gone
JCrew junkie with a closet o' Cole Haan
Outfit's form like the body of Voltron
East Cost fishermen with slickers
And a raincoat rollin' wit a pack o'
Alcoholics who chain smoke
Bottle to the face
Now ya man need a CAT scan
Up inside the bar, disrespected a Pats fan?
Step out the car get a boxcutter scar
Stupid motherfucker do you know
Where you are?
This is N dot E dot, home of the cold winds
Where stick up kids get away
With ya gold rings
Me and baby mamas we be cussin' like sailors
And motherfuckers cuff 'em
Like custom tailors
'Cause the ho's so fuckin' hot
Porn stars suckin' cock
Then you knock her up and she
Grow a little muffin top
Everybody out, house party over
Hit the Dunkin' Donuts and try to get sober
Before the cops pull me over like
They did it in Springfield
Didn't like my attitude and
Cracked my windshield
Fuck it back to the eight-six-o
Come hell or high water I'ma make this dough
From sunset to sunrise we live and we day
Short days and cold nights
Grey skies ya whole life
Wo oooo oooo, tomorrow is gone
Wo oooo oooo, the magic is gone
In those ice cold winters I
Was born and raised
Drinkin' whiskey out the bottle
On the corner blazed
From the start had heart full
Of scorn and rage
It got dark through the night
And at dawn it stayed
'Til the light glowed this is sun
Rose with the death tolls
Light stoags by the stove
Where my breath froze
Overdose, bullet holes you can catch those
Ex foes, old friends, we collect those
Exo's swirlin' in my cup while my debt grows
Cocaine in my bloodstream while
The sweat flows
I can hear the past still while it echoes
Pills had me hooked to the gills
I had to let go now I'm late night drivin'
Through the madness to the other side
I'm survivin' through the habit's
I look around and see the
Fiends in the rabbit hole
Tattered jeans as he leans
With a battered soul
Seems there's no way out 'til ya find her
Carryin' this chip just to keep a reminder
It's through Hell that the kid come Heaven
I made it out and back in the six-one-seven
From sunset to sunrise we live and we day
Short days and cold nights
Grey skies ya whole life
Wo oooo oooo, tomorrow is gone
Wo oooo oooo, the magic is gone
The magic is gone the magic is gone
The magic is gone tomorrow is gone
Down to my dick, where the nuts be dangling
Long nights, club hoppin'
Involved the same thing wolves on the prowl
Always kept the gun tucked in my waist
I pray to never be chose - the mark
But we all know what goes on after dark
Brown liquor, near the dance floor, sippin'
Pocket full o' big faces
Surrounded by my niggas
Thinkin' back, it was a crew of ass kissers
Low lives with nothing going on
Hopin' I put em on
Couple live wires stayed in my circle
Cousin Boo which includes myself
Always ready to move
Fitted over my head piece
Coverin' my eyebrows
Noddin' my dome to the songs
People gettin' drunk
Sense the weed linger in the air
Look at my watch it's 3 in the morn'
Now I'm lookin for a slide off
So we can get ghosts
Movin' like a phantom in the
Spot packed with ho's
Back to the seven-one-eight, drop off fam'
Make it home and sleep through the day
From sunset to sunrise we live and we day
Short days and cold nights
Grey skies ya whole life
Wo oooo oooo, tomorrow is gone
Wo oooo oooo, the magic is gone
JCrew junkie with a closet o' Cole Haan
Outfit's form like the body of Voltron
East Cost fishermen with slickers
And a raincoat rollin' wit a pack o'
Alcoholics who chain smoke
Bottle to the face
Now ya man need a CAT scan
Up inside the bar, disrespected a Pats fan?
Step out the car get a boxcutter scar
Stupid motherfucker do you know
Where you are?
This is N dot E dot, home of the cold winds
Where stick up kids get away
With ya gold rings
Me and baby mamas we be cussin' like sailors
And motherfuckers cuff 'em
Like custom tailors
'Cause the ho's so fuckin' hot
Porn stars suckin' cock
Then you knock her up and she
Grow a little muffin top
Everybody out, house party over
Hit the Dunkin' Donuts and try to get sober
Before the cops pull me over like
They did it in Springfield
Didn't like my attitude and
Cracked my windshield
Fuck it back to the eight-six-o
Come hell or high water I'ma make this dough
From sunset to sunrise we live and we day
Short days and cold nights
Grey skies ya whole life
Wo oooo oooo, tomorrow is gone
Wo oooo oooo, the magic is gone
In those ice cold winters I
Was born and raised
Drinkin' whiskey out the bottle
On the corner blazed
From the start had heart full
Of scorn and rage
It got dark through the night
And at dawn it stayed
'Til the light glowed this is sun
Rose with the death tolls
Light stoags by the stove
Where my breath froze
Overdose, bullet holes you can catch those
Ex foes, old friends, we collect those
Exo's swirlin' in my cup while my debt grows
Cocaine in my bloodstream while
The sweat flows
I can hear the past still while it echoes
Pills had me hooked to the gills
I had to let go now I'm late night drivin'
Through the madness to the other side
I'm survivin' through the habit's
I look around and see the
Fiends in the rabbit hole
Tattered jeans as he leans
With a battered soul
Seems there's no way out 'til ya find her
Carryin' this chip just to keep a reminder
It's through Hell that the kid come Heaven
I made it out and back in the six-one-seven
From sunset to sunrise we live and we day
Short days and cold nights
Grey skies ya whole life
Wo oooo oooo, tomorrow is gone
Wo oooo oooo, the magic is gone
The magic is gone the magic is gone
The magic is gone tomorrow is gone