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