| There’ll be no sad tomorrow
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| Don’t you know that it’s so?
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| In my mind there’s no sorrow
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| Don’t you know that it’s so?
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| There’ll be no sad tomorrow
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| Don’t you know that it’s so?
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| In my mind there’s no sorrow
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| Don’t you know that it’s so?
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| I’m trying to ignore my depression, the bullshit that I’m stressing
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| Recession and every single move I make I question
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| My girl want more affection, my crew want more attention
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| I’m tense now I tend to stay away from any tension
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| It comes from all directions, my father says it’s lessons
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| Look into the mirror, can you handle your reflection?
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| I know so much aggression, I’m in a new dimension
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| Like rocking back and forth and cocking back the Smith & Wesson
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| And plus when I rap all these younger people pay attention
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| So what, now it’s my job to try and make a good impression?
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| My only advice would be follow your own direction
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| Save your money, don’t blow it, when you fuck use protection
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| And uhh…
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| When I die, fuck it I’m trying to go to Heaven
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| I been ready to die since the night of 9/11
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| Cause passion in my first step closer than my second
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| Third step and walking on a nigga with a weapon
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| There’s no sad tomorrow till we make it through the present
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| Anticipating still I grow impatient for my cheques
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| And money in my pocket, now this hustle shit I question
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| Just an adolescent music student, effervescent
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| Choose to manifest it, notice my inflection
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| Tomorrow is a scar I protected from infection
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| The iodine writer’s mind’s wires see connections
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| To landlines, watching landmines where I’m stepping
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| The bomb baby, calm poker face on my expression
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| For change and my days ever-searching for redemption
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| Mañana be my motivation, no discrimination
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| Deal with hatred, feeling great, Demigod affiliation
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| But I’m praying cause uh… |