| The future looks much brighter then those bad yesterdays
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| Not sayin' it was all bad but tomorrow’s another day
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| The future looks much brighter then those bad yesterdays
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| Not sayin' it was all bad but tomorrow’s another day
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| (Turn it up, let’s get this started again man)
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| I need to find myself again, to much of my life is spent on the weekend
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| Now here comes Monday again, I don’t feel great cuz I can’t pretend
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| That the night time hasn’t come to got the upper hand
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| While I’m movin' through the world and I’m movin' through the land
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| You might make money and you might make grand
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| You’re alone on your own two feet you’ve gotta stand
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| Life suck you say the? |
| Will leave you empty
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| And he’s right, and I’ve done plenty
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| Sometimes I wonder what the lord sent me
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| Shit
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| Fulfill your dreams, keep up the schemes
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| You’ve got your family you’ve got your team
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| Stay on top and learn from what you’ve seen
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| Cuz if there’s dirt it can always be clean
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| The future looks much brighter then those bad yesterdays
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| Not sayin' it was all bad but tomorrow’s another day
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| The future looks much brighter then those bad yesterdays
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| Not sayin' it was all bad but tomorrow’s another day
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| I need to get myself on track
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| Cuz the bangs underneath my eyes are lookin' black
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| Pressure comin' down could result in gettin' slacked
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| But I gotta stop the demons from gettin' on my back
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| Night time cruise into daytime
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| And everybody’s hanging where I’m looking for the next line
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| Throw it all up continue to shine somehow
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| Next thing now
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| Let the beats go out
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| What’s happening now
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| Somehow, someway, next day, what do you say?
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| The future looks much brighter then those bad yesterdays
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| Not sayin' it was all bad but tomorrow’s another day
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| The future looks much brighter then those bad yesterdays
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| Not sayin' it was all bad but tomorrow’s another day
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| I need to make myself a plan
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| Cuz I don’t wanna end up an angry man
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| Lookin' in my past and thinkin', damn
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| Forty years old with nothing in my hand
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| Close your palm it could slip like sand
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| If you don’t respect and understand
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| What’s been put out in front of you
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| Stop a little while let me? |
| What I’m comin' to
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| Got some stuff that I don’t wanna hand to you
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| So I’m sittin' in my laugh for a month or two
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| Payday, Friday, time to wash all your worries away
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| Now all listen in to the music we play
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| Like Sinatra, we do it our way
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| (Your way, my way, whos way?)
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| The future looks much brighter then those bad yesterdays
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| Not sayin' it was all bad but tomorrow’s another day
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| The future looks much brighter then those bad yesterdays
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| Not sayin' it was all bad but tomorrow’s another day |