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PRAY 4 TOMORROW (hope tomorrow never comes) Video (MV)






Deathoffeb - PRAY 4 TOMORROW (hope tomorrow never comes) Lyrics




Expect excellence and nothing less
My sensei sent me a text
Sesame my seed like sensimilla, she get none of it
Still seen all this comin', son to you she seem so celibate
Celebrate like Stevie with the keys stuck to my fingertips
Barrel stuffed between his lips, see if he could stomach this
Somethin told me he like to discuss just cause he guzzlin'
Stuffed my bag with somethin you would see up at the pharmacist
And parmesan and Qualitest, come shop with all this guala
Since we pull up like cop cars
French imported garments
We don't rock no Garçons
No Converse from Nordstrom
V8 with the doors up, I won't be ignored
Or no toy just for a girl that try to use me cause she bored
I pop out and rock hard
No sleepin, I pop bars
Lookin for my handle while I'm slipping off my high horse
Said that you would ride for us, what you switchin sides for?
Hard to take them em serious like I seen em in a size 4

We pray for tomorrow, hope tomorrow never come
If I'm honest, I been lookin for closure more than some funds
Beg your pardon, who you speakin to? Cause I am not the one, I'm
Chosen by my God and I never learned to run
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Expect excellence and nothing less
My sensei sent me a text
Sesame my seed like sensimilla, she get none of it
Still seen all this comin', son to you she seem so celibate
Celebrate like Stevie with the keys stuck to my fingertips
Barrel stuffed between his lips, see if he could stomach this
Somethin told me he like to discuss just cause he guzzlin'
Stuffed my bag with somethin you would see up at the pharmacist
And parmesan and Qualitest, come shop with all this guala
Since we pull up like cop cars
French imported garments
We don't rock no Garçons
No Converse from Nordstrom
V8 with the doors up, I won't be ignored
Or no toy just for a girl that try to use me cause she bored
I pop out and rock hard
No sleepin, I pop bars
Lookin for my handle while I'm slipping off my high horse
Said that you would ride for us, what you switchin sides for?
Hard to take them em serious like I seen em in a size 4

We pray for tomorrow, hope tomorrow never come
If I'm honest, I been lookin for closure more than some funds
Beg your pardon, who you speakin to? Cause I am not the one, I'm
Chosen by my God and I never learned to run
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Writer: Jonathan Byrd
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