Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tomorrow (feat. Krizz Kaliko), artist - Prozak. Album song Black Ink, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.10.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Tomorrow (feat. Krizz Kaliko) |
| My introduction to |
| Your instructions are |
| Go with the pain |
| You’re out of control with the brain |
| Will I still be here |
| Will fear keep me in a bottle |
| Cause I’m not sure about tomorrow |
| Tomorrow |
| And whatever our chances are |
| The devil just dances on |
| Sinking me to the bottom |
| Behind this vacant smile I’m just frowning |
| My world is upside-down, full of problems |
| Really hard to breathe, it feels like I’m drowning |
| Reaching for the top while I’m sinking to the bottom |
| So here I go again lost in my own head |
| Digging my own grave, making my own bed |
| Have the candles lit and burning at both ends |
| Just hoping for some door to open |
| Every direction seems like a wrong turn |
| Another dead-end road with the detour |
| Leading to an early grave that is for sure |
| A headstone for my family to grieve for |
| And these shadows of darkness surround me |
| Antagonise, and torture, profound me |
| The pain caliber is high velocity |
| Time to analyse my lifes philosophy |
| Somebody throw me a lifeline, it feels like |
| I’m lost in the night-time |
| Everyday the same no escaping these confines |
| Here to run away but i don’t ever seem to find my way |
| Out of this, and it’s obvious lately I’m out of it |
| Remain hopeful but feeling the opposite |
| If tomorrow is sorrow and time can’t we borrow |
| This moral is hell, I want out of it |
| My introduction to |
| Your instructions are |
| Go with the pain |
| You’re out of control with the brain |
| Will I still be here |
| Will fear keep me in a bottle |
| Cause I’m not sure about tomorrow |
| Tomorrow |
| And whatever our chances are |
| The devil just dances on |
| Sinking me to the bottom |
| I want out |
| Tryna make my way through this maze and it |
| Never seems to stay the same way |
| No escape from the pain this game of chains |
| And I’m forced to play sort of like I’m juggling hand grenades |
| Black ink on a blank canvas future so bleak that I can’t handle it |
| Submit to defeat or self-analysis |
| Thoughts so deep it’ll cause paralysis |
| I guess this means I’m the catalyst |
| Self destruction, my own antagonist |
| Hard to function I’m not a fan of this |
| I must be insane or a sadomasochist |
| Started thinking will I ever get my life back |
| Or is it even possible to find the right path |
| I keep on looking for the light but all I see is black |
| And I don’t need another reason can’t you see that |
| Reaching out I’m just holding on for dear life |
| Even now how come I can never feel right |
| Sick and down, suffocating is what it feels like |
| Message in a bottle with the cap sealed air-tight |
| Drifting away lost at sea, perhaps somebody will receive |
| Maybe even help to set them free |
| Go save yourself, too late for me |
| My introduction to |
| Your instructions are |
| Go with the pain |
| You’re out of control with the brain |
| Will I still be here |
| Will fear keep me in a bottle |
| Cause I’m not sure about tomorrow |
| Tomorrow |
| And whatever our chances are |
| The devil just dances on |
| Sinking me to the bottom |
| I want out |
| I want out |
| I want out |
| I want out |