Tomorrow

I talk to God, sometimes I question if you really hear me

Is what I'm chasing a facade or am I really in it

How long until I fucking pop? If I die, they forget me

Sometimes I feel like I should stop, I'm at war with decisions

Gotta unplug from the world, take a day off from the earth

I ain't dealing with no problems till tomorrow

Living fast and dying paid, I'm used to walking through the blaze

But I ain't dealing with nobody till tomorrow

He a long way from the place, and mental space from where he started

Everybody up in his face, they play fake, but he's not bothered

Don't really got nothing to show for it, he gon' drive your team to dollars