Tomorrow Is The Same Old Yesterday (feat. KingOfAllBugs)

Yo Hunter man, what's good bruh How's your past couple days been Man, the same tomorrow, the same old yesterday F*ck, I feel that shit Yeah bruh Tomorrow is the same old yesterday And if you don't believe that, get sprayed With a drum round in my 48 I got these pills flowing down my throat Straight through my veins I wish I could live another day without this pain Only thing helping are these pills rotting my brain And if I don't take them, I feel locked up in chains While I'm crawling on the floor, trying to collect all of my remains Put myself back together piece by piece And open up the dime bag and shift through all the strains Packing the bong, take a rip and relieve All the stress and do an exhale and release So you can decrease that call depression beast And kick it's ass back to the streets Take another exhale and release I got those dime bags for weeks Tomorrow is the same old yesterday And if you don't believe that, get sprayed With a drum round in my 48 Bitch, you know that's how we play Ah, yeah, yeah I wake up and I feel a little bored Bloody noses, as they jack bugging me Shit, I pray to the lord These fast days shooting by Feels like life has been a lie One of these days I might die But I push on, the limit is the sky Why does the time fly Feel like there's no time for my lyrical relief All these motherfuckers seeking the peace These hard times making us buckle our knees So bitch, please cut me some slack Time's busy, expecting us to flow by Like we stizzy, no kizzy, little sissy These little bastards making me pissy Soft tissue, let the bullets go through Feels iffy Pussy ass bitches put the holes in them Like Spongebob, what's wrong You feeling dizzy, little missy The same tomorrow is the same yesterday Been a druggy since I can remember Can't tell if it's May or if it's November Dodging bullet, drive-byes on the street And if that freak wanna tweak, then let him get his ass beat As he pleads and screams like a little girl having a bad dream He spits up blood on his matte black jeans But what can I say It's just the same old tomorrow as the same old yesterday