Til’ Tomorrow (M-Phazes Remix)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, stay prepared
For the up and downs, life is like a see-saw
Some say it's a bitch, man, I couldn't agree more
One minute you're on top, then you're in the ER
One minute she wants you, then she wants to leave, all
I can do is take the good with the bad and keep on
Gotta work hard, gotta give the fans the mean songs
Give these programmers more shit that they can sleep on
Give these bitin' cunts more shit that they can feast on
Money come and go out your life like the seasons
People do too, sometimes without a reason
And it kind of seemed wrong when they took his life
Shoulda killed this dude, he's a fuckin' dick right
Maybe get some insight from Jesus, Allah, Jehova
Some will pray on Sunday, some'll spend it hungover
Whether drunk or sober, hearts are gettin' colder
Globe is gettin' warmer, baby, this is karma, for real

[Chorus]
Woke up feelin' down, now I'm feelin' great
Things can really flip around on you in a day
But till tomorrow, till tomorrow
Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
Payday—I'm rich, next day—I'm poor
Sittin' on my bed, wonder why I bother for
But till tomorrow, till tomorrow
Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh

[Verse 2]
Most people all talk, no action
Over that shit, numerator to a fraction
They be on the internet havin' little word wars
Typin' in their two cents, actin' like it's worth more
Tell you how to surf when they never touched a surfboard
Dissin' Tiger Woods when they're fuckin' even worse whores
You get the urge, wanna go and call 'em out
Makin' you just as bad as them by all accounts
And what it all amounts to ain't shit
Workin' at a slave ship, hit by the same whip
As the person that you're arguin' with
While the people that you're arguin' about all remain rich
Say laters to this, try focus on your own life
Then you see Haitians with no home, no lights
Make you grateful for what you have but gotta make
You wonder if you really are givin' what you can, it's a trip

[Chorus]
Woke up feelin' down, now I'm feelin' great
Things can really flip around on you in a day
But till tomorrow, till tomorrow
Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
Payday—I'm rich, next day—I'm poor
Sittin' on my bed, wonder why I bother for
But till tomorrow, till tomorrow
Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh

[Chorus]
Woke up feelin' down, now I'm feelin' great
Things can really flip around on you in a day
But till tomorrow, till tomorrow
Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
Payday—I'm rich, next day—I'm poor
Sittin' on my bed, wonder why I bother for
But till tomorrow, till tomorrow
Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh