[Intro: Calicoe]

My mothafuckin' body hurt...

Gotta get a muh'fuckin seat for this mothafucka, man

I'm just living life tryna figure out where I'm going

Somebody just tell me where I'm going

Aww, this where I'm going

[Chorus]

Seem like my tomorrow shit today

Yeah, it feel like all tomorrow shit today

Seen a nigga turn his life into a paper bag

He balled it up and threw that shit away

I told the young nigga keep ya head up

That money buy a lot of shit that go away

[Verse One]

Yeah, can't be cherishing the wrong shit

Ay, can't be cherishing the wrong bitch

I can't fuck with you, you ain't comfortable in your own skin

I'm a grown man, ay

Tryna get to that bag, no hables

Seem like yesterday I was meeting Gee in the driveway

Whole thang on me, yeah, I'm tworking and they looking

Four spots rolling, niggas working if they book me

[Chorus]

Seem like all tomorrow shit today

Got me doing all my tomorrow shit today

Seen a nigga turn his life into a paper bag

He balled it up and threw that shit away

I told the young nigga keep ya head up

That money buy a lot of shit that go away

[Verse Two]

Cherishing the wrong shit

Nigga ain't cherishing his own kid

Ay, you know he gotta grow up

You know him and his mama watch yo' Gram when you glow up

You know they dealing with certain feelings when you don't show up

Cherishing jewelry, it look like water, e'rybody clutching

Spinning yo' daughter to fuck with bitches, e'rybody fucked her

These niggas react like bitches to the fame

I can't be only nigga that know the game

I know you tired of yo' bitches being the same

It's one of my bitches that's what's causing this friction

It ain't my bitch, it ain't yo' bitch, we just all in his business

But as long that head good she gon' make all us listen

The way that pussy got us in, ain't no way God a man

I'm giving her logic and she giving me what's within

From the soul, fuck a dollar, I need gold, told Torian I'm coming home

That's why the killers on the road, the choppers at the shows

(Nigga, let me get home to my baby, man)

[Chorus]

Seem like all tomorrow shit today

The way time flying, I'm doing all my tomorrow shit today

Seen a nigga turn his life into a paper bag

He balled it up and threw that shit away

I told the young nigga keep ya head up

That money buy a lot of shit that go away

[Outro]

Ay, that money buy a lot of shit that go away