Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Till Tomorrow, artist - Pete Drake. Album song The Fabulous Steel Guitar Sound of Pete Drake, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 28.03.2019
Record label: Gusto
Song language: English
Till Tomorrow |
| I’m goin' out a real nigga |
| Bread winner business |
| Shoutout to Baltimore |
| My H come out of Maryland, see |
| Bitch I’m from Maryland |
| Panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati |
| Low key in a rental boo so please don’t tell nobody |
| She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi |
| Excuse me bae I’m on a lot of drugs I’m out my body, lord |
| I swear I’m out my body lord |
| Look, please don’t talk inside the car |
| This depression get the best of me |
| I’m in my thoughts I don’t want to talk until tomorrow |
| Rest in peace to Lil Amp — bout it |
| Boy throwin' 4's in the south |
| Street nigga step team really pack gats, gold’s in the mouth |
| Momma told me never hit a women but i bat hoes in the mouth |
| Make the trap roll in a drought |
| Get the pack goin' on the route |
| Talkin' that money shit I’m too intelligent |
| Flip on my flip then I jump in a bucket |
| When I’m in Cali you know I be thuggin' |
| I’ve been shot without a bad leg |
| Me and Cre Cre in Compton coolin' |
| On Caress Ave eatin' crab legs |
| I’m goin' out a real nigga |
| Bread Winner business |
| Panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati |
| Low key in a rental boo so please don’t tell nobody |
| She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi |
| Excuse me girl I’m on a lot of drugs I’m out my body, lord |
| I swear I’m out my body lord |
| Look, please don’t talk inside the car |
| This depression get the best of me |
| I’m in my thoughts I don’t want to talk until tomorrow |
| Lightning fast from the left jab make the right, damn he throw pressure |
| Man I don’t need no effort, make the coke measure, treat the hoe special, |
| baggin' coke rebellious |
| Take 'em to trial, no backin' down |
| The Luca comes out the day I’ma smile |
| All praise to Allah |
| The limbs blowing loud, my faith in the clouds |
| Legal tender we tippin' on strippers that’s my way of giving back, |
| stay out my business |
| Walk like a general goin' organic, investin' in diamonds they made out of |
| minerals |
| I’m with my niggas Starlito I kill for you |
| My heart droppin' knowledge in interviews |
| My grandmother told me that someones gonna love me the others gonna try to get |
| rid of you |
| They call me Jesus, I speak the truth |
| Got a panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati |
| Low key in a rental boo so please don’t tell nobody |
| She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi |
| Excuse me girl I’m on a lot of drugs I’m out my body, lord |
| I swear I’m out my body lord |
| Look, please don’t talk inside the car |
| This depression get the best of me |
| I’m in my thoughts I don’t want to talk until tomorrow |