Tomorrow Will Do

[Verse One: Pressure]

Be careful what you wish for; be cautious what you seek

Women are like opportunities; grasp them when they're in reach

All that glitters is gold, and sold for green locally

Life's a blind struggle that's why fate keeps tripping over me

With fines, debts and warrants trust me when I say they serve you

What you don't know can't hurt you; so not knowing you's a virtue

It's a fast food world; I fear that I'm a die gluttoning

But life is like John Howard, too short to waste time worrying

I moved from my parentals, used to lose it in the mental

Now I'm using my potential, for bruising instrumentals

I'm a bad natured human, bound to stagnate in ruin

Till these man made delusions catch a bad case of bruising

We're all drunk philosophers so give it time now

There's a fine line between a smile and a frown, Yeah? It's called an eyebrow

If measurement of ones worth was one word of testament

I'm done keeping it real I keep it relevant

[Chorus]

Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs

We'll deal with it as it comes

If I lose my way I'll follow you

Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do

Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs

We'll deal with it as it comes

If I lose my way I'll follow you

Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do

[Verse Two: Suffa]

I've been an out and out loudmouth since my youth

I'm generous with words but selfish with the truth

I'd never say some things on my mind anyway

Cos ideas are like cars, they get stolen everyday

And when I do speak women call me a creep

Ladies chivalry's not dead it's on the couch where you made it sleep

I get deep without the meaningful

Mimed a rhyme to a blind man, he said 'Boy now I've seen it all'

The worlds an ugly place filled with beautiful women

And people, who love music but lack suitable rhythm

What a computer will give them an instrument won't

It's called hip hop, guess what we're the industry joke

But hip hop followers, follow us till your sorrow is gone

And be strong cos tomorrow it's on

We ain't no beat nick, weak trip, kids on the sneak tip

We spit deep shit all of life' secrets

[Chorus x2]