Текст песни Hilltop Hoods - Tomorrow Will Do
Hilltop Hoods - Tomorrow Will Do слова песни
[Verse One - Pressure]Be careful what you wish for; be cautious what you seekWomen are like opportunities; grasp them when they`re in reachAll that glitters is gold, and sold for green locallyLife`s a blind struggle that`s why fate keeps tripping over meWith fines, debts and warrants trust me when I say they serve youWhat you don`t know can`t hurt you; so not knowing you`s a virtueIt`s a fast food world; I fear that I`m a die gluttoningBut life is like John Howard, too short to waste time worryingI moved from my parentals, used to lose it in the mentalNow I`m using my potential, for bruising instrumentalsI`m a bad natured human, bound to stagnate in ruinTill these man made delusions catch a bad case of bruisingWe`re all drunk philosophers so give it time nowThere`s a fine line between a smile and a frown, Yeah? It`s called an eyebrowIf measurement of ones worth was one word of testamentI`m done keeping it real I keep it relevant[Chorus]Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runsWe`ll deal with it as it comesIf I lose my way I`ll follow youCos today`s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will doLife is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runsWe`ll deal with it as it comesIf I lose my way I`ll follow youCos today`s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do[Verse Two - Suffa]I`ve been an out and out loudmouth since my youthI`m generous with words but selfish with the truthI`d never say some things on my mind anywayCos ideas are like cars, they get stolen everydayAnd when I do speak women call me a creepLadies chivalry`s not dead it`s on the couch where you made it sleepI get deep without the meaningfulMimed a rhyme to a blind man, he said `Boy now I`ve seen it all`The worlds an ugly place filled with beautiful womenAnd people, who love music but lack suitable rhythmWhat a computer will give them an instrument won`tIt`s called hip hop, guess what we`re the industry jokeBut hip hop followers, follow us till your sorrow is goneAnd be strong cos tomorrow it`s onWe ain`t no beat nick, weak trip, kids on the sneak tipWe spit deep shit all of life` secrets[Chorus] - 2X