Sing For Tomorrow - Sneakbo
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[Verse 1] I'm focused, chasing the paper I couldn't really give a toss about a hater Broke dons ima see you dons later Can't believe I'm seeing all my friends in the paper I'm so lonely missing all my homies Mos locked will I ever see josie I wish everybody knew my life story cos everywhere I go everybodies telling porkies I need to be flying on a aeroplane To a hot place showing off my new shades Hey! Cos I just came off a new case I won't lie I know I acted in the wrong way But its hard when your coming from a bad place Everybodies hating and they're giving me a bad name Forget pen I'm going in with my pen this success ui is the sweetest and only revenge [Chorus] Tell em its now or never Tell em its do or die Staring at the mirror before the mirror starts to cry Before it all falls and withers Ima stand up and fight Cos I aint getting no younger I can't get rid of this hunger It it like before man in the mirror let's lock and load Sing for tomorrow morrow morrow Try hard to show So hard so hard so let's rock and roll Sing for tomorrow morrow morrow [Verse 2] Even though I weren't the best in school. I made a promise to myself that I would never be a fool Ima grind and stack till my names on a plaque But for now life's hard so where the majors at I don't wanna be shotting in these dirty flats I don't wana get hurt then beat my raah So I'm tryna go hard in the booth when I speak its the truth one love for the youts See I'm making everybody face it Any chance you gimmie you should know I'm gonna take it I've never been happy with my life I'm looking in the mirror like bo its your time It coulda been worse in the streets everyday but instead I had a talent and I'm working on stage God knows I reallly try hard And the more that I graft my careers will go far [Chorus] [L Marshall] See I been hustling for 52 seasons And I didn't go through all that bullshit for no reason Used to write lyrics till my fingers start bleeding Now I write hits this shit is like breathing Started beleiving kept on dreaming I was stuck I was trapped by these demons Lifes short I don't really like sleeping I'ma keep pushing till my hearts tops beating [Chorus]
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