grab What you see ain't good Only place that you gonna be Or ever see gonna be the hood I'm up early in the morning Thinking 'bout getting this money
ship Not a honey dip to hunt on Cause she mobile than a grip Or the Blue Man Group Caught out on the Vegas Strip Tell em' a good game, juju pimpin' Give
inside of the ship Not a honey dip to hunt on 'Cause she mobile than a grip Or the blue man group Caught out on the Vegas strip Tell em' a good game,
secret spot up in my Range Rover Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker No discrimination my nigga, if you broke But they still ain't attributed to good
today and as I take a deep breath I close my eyes I say a little prayer for the sun to rise today (tomorrow) and I see in the morning all bright and
y'all All I do is get high and think of faving you all Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
your call log like "did he call yet?" you get your girl for something tight tomorrow you going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow
And It's Too Early (Too Early In The Morning...) [Ja Rule:] I Gotta Get Get Get Up Get Dressed So Fresh So Fly Im Only Here For The Night Baby Tomorrows
A playa hater starvin' like Somalia You got some yo-yo 'Cause I'm right back chokin' again Chokin' mo' now before I did when I went in Tomorrow I got
're looking for someone solid here You can't be bothered with those `just for the night' boys Tonight unless you take some kind of chances dear Tomorrow morning
Driving along the same course Gazing at the usual views Without Saying anything The weekend weather forecast is Rainy in the late evening Rainy till tomorrow morning
waiting for a ride And all the while I was thinking You gotta keep moving in a mean, mean town It's better going nowhere than just standing around By tomorrow morning
queens With a case of light beer and a pack of light cigarettes We try to minimize the damage but still raise our consciousness Good morning to you, good morning to you Laundromat radio Tomorrow
turn off your mind In the beat of a drum, you can dance to the sun And the world is alive, let tomorrow decide In the morning time, in the morning time
Hold tight, one day morning wake up yawning Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning Ring on the bell says it's half past eight Keys in my tea
felt this loneliness before And hoo, girl I just can't take it anymore Every night a million tears I shed, girl Next morning goin' out of my head Just take a good
by heart and so the game is played He's trading love for this sordid night of bliss Though nothing good, nothing good could ever come from this Nothing good, nothing good
Monday morning feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday I'll feel better Even my old man looks good Wednesday just won't go Thursday goes