Except for tomorrow every day is yesterday it's just the same as always and it's eating up my time can't blame the stars on everything that's in my way
We started out to have some fun, It's amazing what we have become, Now we're not going to stop today, No matter what may stand in the way, We're not
Caught in an eternal time frame Desperate for a new connection Reaching out I'm blinded It seems to me I have no future When what's lost is tomorrow I
of an empty glass These blurred images of smiles of so-called friends You're so tired The weight of the room is set to strangle Her arms go limp and
is godless We thank God that God has called us From bein ballas, and playas, and pimps and alcoholics Times are hard, but we must still run our hardest "Run like Forest", wit a limp
with your corny son of a bitches But now the shit is broke and you can't do nothin to fix it So I'm tellin you right now - motherFUCK a Limp Bizkit Now
to jump around But he got too old to jump up and down So he put down the mic and picked the guitar up Started singin the blues like there was no tomorrow
funeral when they lower you, you and your ho you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you young
m coming home I'm coming home Tomorrow So cross my heart And hope to die If I don't fall apart tonight I'll be coming home I'm coming home Tomorrow The
prom waitin for drinks, Yo I spit flames, leave you chokin in hell, And I blaze whack rappers like I'm smokin the L, Look at your wrists all limp son,
[Talking] Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead. Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by
wanna follow Hit a nigga with a hollow tip and fuck the bitch tomorrow I can never be your simp, trick! I'm slappin bitches with 9 inches, the limp dick
We started out to have some fun, It's amazing what we have become, Now we're not going to stop today, No matter what may stand in the way, We're
So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the guitar up) (and then he what?) Started singin the blues like there no tomorrow (no tomorrow
***** Tryna to get to you and that m***** Tryna to get to you and that m***** Girl, he simpin' (Simpin') I walk up in the club with a limp and (Limp
' So save it 'cause that's one thing I ain't havin' Because the purpose I serve is to please ya Rhymes will ease ya, like milk of Magnesia So bust a pimp without a limp
looking at me he's wait til tomorrow don't want him to know next time he orders tea release and turn turn and limp away turn and limp away the maid:
