Goodbye Tomorrow - The Way lyrics

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Caught up, hold up, hold up x 3

I’ve been rappin’ to much, nigga my head hurt

Fixin’ everybody problems, only make my own worst

They side to forbin’, callin’ another chaptter

You lookin’ backwords and I’m just lookin’ paster

I got demons this weed is helpin me exit out

Just trynna taste a litlle somethin ‚fore I exit out

I need an open door Im lookin for an exit route

Really I just want to make my mamma extra proud

Count your blessings ‘fore you got to sleep

We from the murder capital shout out to Chief Keef

We throw fuckin’ with ya other niggas weak

Man I do this shit like seven days a week nigga, ah

Lookin’ that promoters all crazy like, why don’t you pay me?

I heard em makin’, you gotta say you so in eighties

Yeah I stole it back nigga

All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga, yeah

(Hook)

[Hold up, hold up, all these niggas don’t want me to stay

Hold up, hold up, know you know a nigga is on his way ] x 2

All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga x 3

Hold up, hold up, all these niggas don’t want me to stay

All I care bout is money, bitches, weed and rap nigga x 3

Hold up, know you know a nigga is on his way

(Verse)

I’m lost for words and this presence

Cuz I feel so lost when my ex wasn’t present

If I regret it? Maybe so, shit be on this trip, while I’m swallin’ with this hoer

Twatter and bout this hoers, man they swatter here by the low

Even thou I’m in this exit I fel quit alone

Yeah I’m fadin’ yeah, man I’m fuckin’ gone

I battle all my problems, all this bottle with petrol

Got forgivin’ I never let all this permision

Latly I’ve been doin’ shit without trikin’ I’m trippin’

But how you feel if nobody would listen

And your idle stood dope, I know why you sleepin’

Full with liqore, I’m with my niggas, the room is spinnin’

They say you drownin’ in your problems, I’m in your ocean swimin’

I’m in the new position, I’m not a post to sinnin’

I’m out here with the killers like your doors will shot you in us

Yeah and you can shot your mouth too

I see you stunnin’ nigga, I don’t give a fuck about you

Yeah, man all with your shit

Y’all just dreamin’ by designa, we try the style on our shit

You can see the fire in my eyes

I never let no hoers contribuie to my demans

I never let some fuck shit to just put me on my mind

I just put my middle fingers to the sky, put em higher

(Hook)