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tomorrow - trae yates lyrics

after january 26th, i pray i get one show, and i’m taking gramps with me, and we’re road tripping so we’re getting her dumb slow. at least i would feel productive, my girl on my stomach, so all of my funds gold, and i try to stay out of trouble but the henny’s got me seeing double like jump ropes

the first manifesto, was to get it so good she in breast stroke, but i’m too smooth for the alley oops, so i leave the women to my best bros. most of the homies are dishonest too, from the cartoons to their dress clothes. i ain’t sharing in the wealth though, it’s probably bеtter for my health so…

girl’s p*ssed causе i work late, don’t trip, de*stress yo. big dreams, i’m special, big br**sts head nestled, i do the most, almost give my soul when i do it all for a decimal. cause real n*ggas got bills, dawg, my two cents ain’t helpful. my n*ggas still invited me to church, if i don’t see them, then i peel out. that’s why me and god got beef, he don’t think it’s something i should feel out. i haven’t seen my family in weeks, it’ll be even more if this court case goes left, or straight, they’re probably booking me in more states

i’m just being honest. n*gga, read the comments, i’m not about it if life is solely about weed and v*g*n*s. and if we’re all queens and kings, please don’t sleep, your highness. they only save our lives so they can redefine us

but after january 26th, listen* i better see leeway. i’m sick of speeding tickets every time i’m on the freeway, como se dices, and i ain’t got the time to get out and find anybody that seems great because i’m writing these f*cking rhymes while i’m sipping wine and i’m straight in my pj’s

sh*t, at least i can finish shaping, but when it came to my penmanship, i hit a wall. reality pills are hard to swallow so i quit the sh*ts, and i feel withdrawals. the end on our fingertips, loving friends with benefits finna k!ll us all, and i’m chugging some penicillin, because there’s no better feeling than when you don’t feel involved

ducked off, trust me, there’s peace in it. the silence is deafening, and my n*gga, especially when the weed’s finished, and the fall off of stephanie’s, and other women with pedigrees that’ll keep tricking you off for a better fee and got you p*wned like a checker piece so you keep spending (f*ck!)

it’s week one taking meds, i’m just scared of side effects. my therapist is bugging out with all the feelings i suppress. i might as well write a book, i might as well write a book, i might as well try less. at least now i’m getting sleep, sh*t, better sudafed i guess. i pop pills not to tweak. feeling numb is just a plus. my ex says i’m ice cold* it was worth the 50 bucks. i was talking to a chick, she went ahead and hit me up. i should of moved out first. if i had my place it would of f*cked

i still f*ckin’ hate my voice. i’m only writing this for gramps. if thomas really got given, then i don’t really have a chance. apologizing in advance, i’m not the same as back then. i’m getting curvy school dances, starting life with a 10

- trae yates lyrics

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