Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Today or Tomorrow, artist - Lancey Foux.
Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Today or Tomorrow |
Shh, phew |
Psyke, phew (Woo) |
Yeah, uh-uh |
Yeah, uh-uh |
Yeah, uh-uh (Phew, chh) |
Yeah (Psh), huh? |
(Okay, Psyke) |
I don’t wanna talk today, I don’t wanna talk tomorrow |
They all want something to take (Psyke) |
But I’ve got nothin' to borrow (Shine) |
Big bag, I’m makin' it shake (Shake) |
Big bag, I’m makin' it wobble (Makin' it wobble) |
Got a new 'ting, sweeter than a crêpe (Sweeter than a) |
And she didn’t come here to waffle (Come here to waffle) |
Wish I was a liar, my pants on fire |
Kicking my shit like Mike Meyer (Yeah) |
Kicking my shit 'til I die (Yeah) |
Big bag and I ain’t buying ice (Psyke) |
They don’t get me, I’m still too Psyke (Huh?) |
I was hiding myself like I’m shy (Okay) |
You know I ain’t chasing no prize |
Niggas know me, I ain’t nice (Nice) |
Fell in love, got her losing her mind (Huh?) |
Told her, «Relax, Psyke» (Psyke) |
See me dressed in black, design (Shh) |
I call it «Wharf white» |
Big light, I never could shine (Shine) |
But it’s cool, it’s fine (Fine) |
I don’t want a piece of the pie (Nah) |
I want the whole cake, mine, still (Mine) |
What you mean the racks ain’t comin'? |
(Comin') |
Still gotta fuck up the function (Still gotta fuck up) |
Still going sick like mist (Ooh, yeah) |
Can’t see I’m the hottest in London? |
(Ooh, yeah) |
No, I can’t get in the mix (Huh?) |
I got a bag in conjunction (Okay, conjunction) |
I just turned nothing to somethin' (Huh?) |
Bring me the bag and I’m frontin' (Frontin', shh, Psyke) |
I don’t wanna talk today, I don’t wanna talk tomorrow (Uh-uh) |
They all want something to take (Yeah) |
But I’ve got nothing to borrow (No) |
Big bag, I’m making it shake (Shake) |
Big bag, I’m making it wobble (Makin' it wobble) |
Got a new 'ting, sweeter than a crêpe (Sweeter than a crêpe) |
And she didn’t come here to waffle (Huh?) |
I’m never complaining, got the haters waiting (Psh) |
I’m living in hell, this shit like jail and I ain’t on basic (Woah) |
I’m riding clean, I’m standing well |
And I’m pissin' off racists (Pissin' off racists) |
In a blue Benz like Blu Cantrell |
In a new-new, yeah (Yeah), Fisker (Yeah) |
But there’s no tints with the ice on me, yeah, blue lights on me |
Do the dash, nowhere to be seen |
Ain’t catching this icy freak (Shine) |
Do the maths, I’m daring, it’s mean |
That means I’ve got to get to the cheese (Get to the cheese) |
Get robbed, buy a hat |
Just hopped out the Jeep with a trick up my sleeve (Huh?) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
I don’t wanna talk today (No) |
I don’t wanna talk tomorrow (No, no) |
They all want something to take (Take) |
But I’ve got nothin' to borrow (Nothin' to borrow) |
Big bag, I’m makin' it shake (Makin' it shake) |
Big bag, I’m makin' it wobble (Makin' it wobble) |
Got a new 'ting, sweeter than a crêpe (Sweeter than a crêpe) |
And she didn’t come here to waffle (Yeah, yeah) |
Psyke, uh-uh |
Yeah, yeah, uh-uh |