Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Til Tomorrow, artist - David Dallas. Album song The Rose Tint, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dawn Raid, Duck Down
Song language: English
Til Tomorrow |
Stay prepared for the up and downs, life is like a see-saw |
Some say it’s a bitch, man I couldn’t agree more |
One minute you’re on top, then you’re in the ER |
One minute she wants you, then she wants to leave |
All I can do is take the good with the bad and keep on |
Gotta work hard, gotta give the fans the mean songs |
Give these programmers more shit that they can sleep on |
Give these biting cunts more shit that they can feast on |
Money come and go out your life like the seasons |
People do too sometimes without a reason |
And it kind of seemed wrong when they took his life |
Should of killed this dude, he’s a fucking dick right |
And maybe get some insight from Jesus, Allah, Jehova |
Some will pray on Sunday some will spend it hungover |
Whether drunk or sober, hearts is getting colder, globe is getting warmer |
Maybe thats some karma for real |
Woke up feeling down, now I’m feeling great |
Things can really flip around on you in a day |
But til tomorrow, til tomorrow |
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |
Pay day I’m rich, next day I’m poor |
Sittin' on my bed wondering why I bother for |
But til tomorrow, til tomorrow |
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |
Most people all talk, no action |
Over that shit and numerate it to a fraction |
They be on the internet having little word wars |
Typing in their 2 cents acting like it’s worth more |
Tell you how to surf, when they’ve never touched a surfboard |
Dissing Tiger Woods when they’re fucking even worse whores |
You get the urge wanna go and call them out |
Making you just as bad as them by all accounts |
And what it all amounts to ain’t shit |
Working at a slave ship hit by the same whip |
As the person that you’re arguing with |
While the people that you arguing about all remain rich |
Say laters to this try focus on your own life |
Then you see haitians with no home no lights |
Make you grateful for what you have |
But got to make you wonder if you really are giving what you can |
Woke up feeling down, now I’m feeling great |
Things can really flip around on you in a day |
But til tomorrow, til tomorrow |
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |
Pay day I’m rich, next day I’m poor |
Sittin' on my bed wondering why I bother for |
But til tomorrow, til tomorrow |
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |
We all wake up and we go «oh, I ache, I’m not 18 anymore |
You know, I’m thirty ni- you know, I’m in my thirties, I’m not-» |
But so what, at least I’ve got my health. |
And if you haven’t got your health- |
If you’ve got one leg, at least I haven’t got two legs missing |
And if you have lost both legs and both arms, just go «at least I’m not dead!» |
I’d rather be dead… |
Woke up feeling down, now I’m feeling great |
Things can really flip around on you in a day |
But til tomorrow, til tomorrow |
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |
Pay day I’m rich, next day I’m poor |
Sittin' on my bed wondering why I bother for |
But til tomorrow, til tomorrow |
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh |