| He lost it all, he’s homeless now
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| Walking on Sunset Boulevard alone
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| No place to go
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| That’s when I asked him, «What you’re smiling for?»
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| He said, «I'm on this road, tryna catch tomorrow.»
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| And every night she walks the streets
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| With a little red dress looking for some love
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| She’s out of luck
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| But if you’ll ask her, «What you’re smiling for?»
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| She’d say, «I'm on this road, tryna catch tomorrow.»
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| I’m on this road, tryna catch tomorrow
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| He said, «I'm on this road, tryna catch tomorrow.»
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| He said, «I'm on this road, tryna catch tomorrow.»
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| On great Aunt Osh she realized
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| Everything she loved—even gold—expires
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| All she got is a soul
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| But if I asked her, «What you’re smiling for?»
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| She’d say, «I'm on this road, tryna catch tomorrow.»
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| Saw a boy and a little girl walking hand in hand
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| No future at all
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| Out in the cold
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| Don’t have to ask them, «What you’re crying for?»
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| I know they’re on this road tryna catch tomorrow!
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| I’m on this road, tryna catch tomorrow
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| I’m on this road, tryna catch tomorrow
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| I’m on this road, tryna catch tomorrow |