This is a song about "Our tomorrow"

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

Yo i'm tellin' you dawg i'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

And when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,

Swallowed when you wallow in the sorrow of tomorrow

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

Maybe tomorrow good lord'll take you away

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Just to pay to eat and sleep with fuckin heat on tomorrow

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits