Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like Today, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EP's, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Like Today |
In tomorrow I see no promise |
And yesterday was like today |
Woke up, got up, near eleven o’clock |
Butt naked except I was wearing my socks |
And that’s cool, cause most the time this floor is cold |
Stand up and stretch look around this mess |
My place has been a cave since she left me |
Make my way to the kitchen, start the coffee |
Then dip to the bathroom, begin the triple-s |
And wash the previous evening off me |
Now out the shower, get dry, shove a q-tip in my ear |
Well, what do we have here? |
It appears as if a piece of me has got motivation |
Ain’t nothin' wrong with a little morning masturbation |
Fresh, dressed like fifty cents |
Clean and awake now I’m ready to commence |
Spark up the caffeine and nicotine binge |
And that’s pretty much the pattern of how the day begins |
And I write for an hour, maybe half hour more |
Then put on my shoes and grab my key for the door |
Put my headphones on for this world I ignore |
Trek down the street towards the record store |
«hey, bro — how you doing, anything new today?» |
«nah man, how you been? |
it’s the same old same again» |
Well, then I’ll be gone, friend, I’ll see you around |
And I’m out, destination uptown |
In the summertime the women wear a lot of skin |
And if I sit in one spot I can take 'em all in |
Sometimes I even talk, to see if I can make one grin |
If not, yo, it’s cool I ain’t gonna take it personally |
From Anne Landers, to Ani DiFranco to Orphan Annie |
I love all women, but most of them just can’t stand me |
I don’t know, maybe it’s my hair or clothes |
«…or maybe she noticed that you was diggin in your nose…» |
Either way it’s okay, I wasn’t tryin' to get laid |
I just wanted to say «I hope you have a great day» |
And then she stopped with a smile that began to blush |
«here, take my number, call me up, I’ll come over and make you lunch» |
I got up and headed down towards the book store |
To check the titles, that my man Michael’s got me lookin' for |
My visit was short, cause I just couldn’t feel |
That cat behind the counter actin' like I’m here to steal |
So I dipped back out into a cloud of tattoos |
Pierced body parts and colorful hairdos |
And I questioned, did Babylon resemble this? |
Are we getting any closer to the end of the list? |
A sensuous kiss, placed on apoco-lips |
We teach them how to make a fist, but not to resist |
And I’m wondering how’d we find this position |
But people are people and I still love 'em, especially the women |
Onwards to the coffee shop, maybe Muddies (?) for a refill and some |
Sociological studies |
See the junkies, while they co-exist with the sobers |
All the bugging of eyeballs, the shrugging of shoulders |
And that’s when I saw her, sippin' a water |
I wanna kiss her mom just for having this daughter |
Excuse me miss, I don’t mean to come across strong |
But I’ve been waitin' a while and you’ve been taking too long |
And she smiled and I began to blush |
She asked if I’d like to go to the bathroom and make some love |
And I got visions of us, and the mirror getting steamed |
And that’s the very moment I woke up from the dream |
Woke up, got up, near eleven o’clock |
Butt naked except I was wearing my socks |
And that’s cool, cause most the time this floor is cold |
Stand up and stretch and look for my soul |
In tomorrow I see no promise |
And yesterday was like today |
In tomorrow I see no promise |
And yesterday was like today |
In tomorrow I see no promise |
And yesterday was like today |
In tomorrow I see no promise |
And yesterday was like today |