This remind me of before we had insomnia
Sleepin' peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs
Everybody was college-bound
No dollar amounts
In God we trust, senior year my prom ain't had no party bus
My cousin hit me on Facebook, like "What shorty you takin'?"
I'm lyin', I'm playin', I'm saying "I got one taken, I'm waitin' on her response"
Wrote her a 3 page letter, it's 3 days later, never hit me back, she broke my heart
So now he IM'ing me shit like, "Yo' is shorty bad?"
I pretend not to be depressed, she never wrote me back
I hit him back like "Yo', well f*ck her, it's on to the next"
I wrote that message thinkin' I'm awkward, prolly' would never have sex
You know in high school 16 you prolly late
My cousin hit me back, "Don't trip, bro. I got you a date."
So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen
He said to call and tell her "Walter said that you with me."
I think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked on me
He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit
I'm skeptical to let her know I'm Walter little cousin
What if this shit all a joke, but then again, what if it wasn't?
Would I really risk the chance of me potentially f*cking on some stranger daughter 'cause I barely know if I can trust him?
Prolly not
I finally called her, tell her Walter sent me, "My name Tahj"
She asked me what's the color scheme that we gon' wear to prom
I'm acting like I'm not excited, tryna play it off
"So what's the car we're taking?"
"Worst come worst my mom can take us"
I called Walter, to thank him
He said don't trip and just wear black
He said she cool and they go back
If any problems, hit him back
I never had to, but now we're in tune
He facebook messaged me like, "Sorry not to be a nuisance..." but he like 30 dollars short on all his prom suite shit
I'm like, "I got you, cuz. That's the least that I can do."
He tell me send him the addy and he'll slide after school
I'm like, "Ok, bet."
Never knew where he stayed at
He walked down the street, hella surprised
"This where y'all place at?"
Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my cousin Rena
And I'm surprised too, my family knew, kept us a secret
Me and cuz stay down the street, living different lives
Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride
I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside
He tell me "Thank you" then he walked back home with a smile
He tryna hide it, but I see his dimple
I'm thinking, "Damn, that transaction was simple"
I'm talking shit, I know he hoop
I'm like, "Aye, where the rim, bro?"
He like, "Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly weak as shit, tho."
I know my brother not
So all 3 of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the court
I'm hella passive, I was passing, I ain't have to score
The next day the prom, I couldn't sleep, I stayed up
My granddad gave me a condom then walked away, didn't say nothin'
She hopped out of her car and said that her name was Jada
My heart's racin', I'm focused, I'm tryna keep it playa'
Gave her the croissant, or corsage or whatever the f*ck my mom handed me and said, "Now put it on her hand, Malik"
Family ties
My grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie
Because my dad lived in NY
That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious
Took pictures on the porch, and then we headed for the prom and
Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different place
So he text me like, "Cuz', this the spot. Let's meet up later and bring Jada through."
Prom flashed, I kept it cool
We show up to the function where she brought a change of clothes
I'm looking around like, "Damn, I don't know nobody."
We at this party out West, and Jada left to get dressed
I'm fakin' like I'm sending texts
Some stranger get really close, I swear that I hear his breath
Then he put a knife to my neck, gave me the run down like
"Jada my sister. And if you hit her, f*ck her, make her, miss ya, I'ma kill ya!"
At this point, I'm just exhausted
Wondering where the f*ck's Walter
He shows up like 30 minutes after our altercation
I never mentioned it to him
He kinda overprotective
And I know if I tell him, that he'll beat this nigga's skull in
Turn his body a skeleton, and our night'll end terrible
I exhale and say, "F*ck it", and I just chose to let it go
Walt went to St. Louis
Had a full ride for his hoopin', him and his coach got into it
Now he back home doin' music, aye
I was at Columbia, again a straight A student
I had one B in a hip hop class, I thought that shit was stupid
He transferred to Robert Morris, oh it's lit, we down the street
My class let out at 2:40, and his class let out at 3
Mama asked me where the hell I been and where the hell I be
"I'm with Walter, mom" I say
I keep walkin' in here late, I might fall off in your bed
I get girls now, I get laid
I get caught up following Walter, I'm a product of my age
He talk to erry' girl in downtown Chicago
Wingman, I cannot I fly tho
He was in Cal white Impala, he was that nigga in the party
Awfully popular for someone that they barely mention
Plus we from the part of city that they barely mention
Just logged into Twitter and somehow we was barely mentioned
We signed our names on the Open Mic' list and then they skipped us
And then they skipped us again like a week later
Like, obviously this f*ckin' host can't read the paper
Hella' intimidating, the big guy didn't have to flex
So Walter walked to the host and said, "This the name you're calling next"
Bullied our way to the stage and then overstayed our welcome
An apple never get too far from the tree that fell from
Just like my father tryna do music and hope I make it
Walter joined me for the journey said the city waiting
PIVOT
Walter invincible, dodged death like a mad magician
More times than a mathematician
I'm in LA working on "Bucket List" project
I get a call and get a fishy feeling
Normally Walt joke on the phone, this time he over serious
My heart droppin'
I'm like, "yo, what is it?!"
He say he with T.Y on the highway and some niggas just tried to kill him
Emptied the clip on the car, but somehow they didn't hit him
Sometimes I f*cking hate Chicago, 'cause I hate this feelin'
Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A.M
I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
He said he went to XSport, and they ran a full court
And I can not retort without thinking that this can't be the reason
"So what else you do? What about T.Y? Is he still cool?
Where were you on your way from, and where were you on your way to?
He say he just left for dinner at a friend crib, and that's it
He say "Tahj, don't do shit but smoke, Honestly Saba, that's it"
Give him sympathy, another case of mistaken identity
The news prolly' gon' run this, as two gangs from different streets
Police questionin' him like he just shot at a trooper
My boy walked away unharmed, and we did Lollapalooza, yea
6 months pass by
Everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day
I just dropped "Bucket List", Walter bout to drop a tape
Everything goin' perfect, couldn't paint a better way
PIVOT gang is on the way, we just sold out Lincoln Hall
Then I went to talk to Sway
I got back home and got back on it, 'cause Walt was down' tour dates
Sendin' me links to songs that he made
Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves, aye
Grandma made us play, we played 2K, that's just a day before
Fatima got a show tomorrow, he text me "We in that hoe"
I went to the barbershop, the first thing the next mornin'
Then I got up with Legit we supposed to do some recordin'
10 minutes into this session, I got a call from a number that I don't got saved, but I answer anyways
She says, "Hello, Malik, have you or Squeak talked to my son today? He was just on the train."
We got in the car, but we didn't know where to drive to
F*ck it, wherever you are my nigga, we'll come and find you
Just another day in the ghetto
Oh, the streets bring sorrow
Can't get out today with a schedule
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
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This remind me of before we had insomnia
Sleepin' peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs
Everybody was college-bound
No dollar amounts
In God we trust, senior year my prom ain't had no party bus
My cousin hit me on Facebook, like "What shorty you takin'?"
I'm lyin', I'm playin', I'm saying "I got one taken, I'm waitin' on her response"
Wrote her a 3 page letter, it's 3 days later, never hit me back, she broke my heart
So now he IM'ing me shit like, "Yo' is shorty bad?"
I pretend not to be depressed, she never wrote me back
I hit him back like "Yo', well f*ck her, it's on to the next"
I wrote that message thinkin' I'm awkward, prolly' would never have sex
You know in high school 16 you prolly late
My cousin hit me back, "Don't trip, bro. I got you a date."
So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen
He said to call and tell her "Walter said that you with me."
I think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked on me
He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit
I'm skeptical to let her know I'm Walter little cousin
What if this shit all a joke, but then again, what if it wasn't?
Would I really risk the chance of me potentially f*cking on some stranger daughter 'cause I barely know if I can trust him?
Prolly not
I finally called her, tell her Walter sent me, "My name Tahj"
She asked me what's the color scheme that we gon' wear to prom
I'm acting like I'm not excited, tryna play it off
"So what's the car we're taking?"
"Worst come worst my mom can take us"
I called Walter, to thank him
He said don't trip and just wear black
He said she cool and they go back
If any problems, hit him back
I never had to, but now we're in tune
He facebook messaged me like, "Sorry not to be a nuisance..." but he like 30 dollars short on all his prom suite shit
I'm like, "I got you, cuz. That's the least that I can do."
He tell me send him the addy and he'll slide after school
I'm like, "Ok, bet."
Never knew where he stayed at
He walked down the street, hella surprised
"This where y'all place at?"
Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my cousin Rena
And I'm surprised too, my family knew, kept us a secret
Me and cuz stay down the street, living different lives
Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride
I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside
He tell me "Thank you" then he walked back home with a smile
He tryna hide it, but I see his dimple
I'm thinking, "Damn, that transaction was simple"
I'm talking shit, I know he hoop
I'm like, "Aye, where the rim, bro?"
He like, "Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly weak as shit, tho."
I know my brother not
So all 3 of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the court
I'm hella passive, I was passing, I ain't have to score
The next day the prom, I couldn't sleep, I stayed up
My granddad gave me a condom then walked away, didn't say nothin'
She hopped out of her car and said that her name was Jada
My heart's racin', I'm focused, I'm tryna keep it playa'
Gave her the croissant, or corsage or whatever the f*ck my mom handed me and said, "Now put it on her hand, Malik"
Family ties
My grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie
Because my dad lived in NY
That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious
Took pictures on the porch, and then we headed for the prom and
Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different place
So he text me like, "Cuz', this the spot. Let's meet up later and bring Jada through."
Prom flashed, I kept it cool
We show up to the function where she brought a change of clothes
I'm looking around like, "Damn, I don't know nobody."
We at this party out West, and Jada left to get dressed
I'm fakin' like I'm sending texts
Some stranger get really close, I swear that I hear his breath
Then he put a knife to my neck, gave me the run down like
"Jada my sister. And if you hit her, f*ck her, make her, miss ya, I'ma kill ya!"
At this point, I'm just exhausted
Wondering where the f*ck's Walter
He shows up like 30 minutes after our altercation
I never mentioned it to him
He kinda overprotective
And I know if I tell him, that he'll beat this nigga's skull in
Turn his body a skeleton, and our night'll end terrible
I exhale and say, "F*ck it", and I just chose to let it go
Walt went to St. Louis
Had a full ride for his hoopin', him and his coach got into it
Now he back home doin' music, aye
I was at Columbia, again a straight A student
I had one B in a hip hop class, I thought that shit was stupid
He transferred to Robert Morris, oh it's lit, we down the street
My class let out at 2:40, and his class let out at 3
Mama asked me where the hell I been and where the hell I be
"I'm with Walter, mom" I say
I keep walkin' in here late, I might fall off in your bed
I get girls now, I get laid
I get caught up following Walter, I'm a product of my age
He talk to erry' girl in downtown Chicago
Wingman, I cannot I fly tho
He was in Cal white Impala, he was that nigga in the party
Awfully popular for someone that they barely mention
Plus we from the part of city that they barely mention
Just logged into Twitter and somehow we was barely mentioned
We signed our names on the Open Mic' list and then they skipped us
And then they skipped us again like a week later
Like, obviously this f*ckin' host can't read the paper
Hella' intimidating, the big guy didn't have to flex
So Walter walked to the host and said, "This the name you're calling next"
Bullied our way to the stage and then overstayed our welcome
An apple never get too far from the tree that fell from
Just like my father tryna do music and hope I make it
Walter joined me for the journey said the city waiting
PIVOT
Walter invincible, dodged death like a mad magician
More times than a mathematician
I'm in LA working on "Bucket List" project
I get a call and get a fishy feeling
Normally Walt joke on the phone, this time he over serious
My heart droppin'
I'm like, "yo, what is it?!"
He say he with T.Y on the highway and some niggas just tried to kill him
Emptied the clip on the car, but somehow they didn't hit him
Sometimes I f*cking hate Chicago, 'cause I hate this feelin'
Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A.M
I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
He said he went to XSport, and they ran a full court
And I can not retort without thinking that this can't be the reason
"So what else you do? What about T.Y? Is he still cool?
Where were you on your way from, and where were you on your way to?
He say he just left for dinner at a friend crib, and that's it
He say "Tahj, don't do shit but smoke, Honestly Saba, that's it"
Give him sympathy, another case of mistaken identity
The news prolly' gon' run this, as two gangs from different streets
Police questionin' him like he just shot at a trooper
My boy walked away unharmed, and we did Lollapalooza, yea
6 months pass by
Everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day
I just dropped "Bucket List", Walter bout to drop a tape
Everything goin' perfect, couldn't paint a better way
PIVOT gang is on the way, we just sold out Lincoln Hall
Then I went to talk to Sway
I got back home and got back on it, 'cause Walt was down' tour dates
Sendin' me links to songs that he made
Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves, aye
Grandma made us play, we played 2K, that's just a day before
Fatima got a show tomorrow, he text me "We in that hoe"
I went to the barbershop, the first thing the next mornin'
Then I got up with Legit we supposed to do some recordin'
10 minutes into this session, I got a call from a number that I don't got saved, but I answer anyways
She says, "Hello, Malik, have you or Squeak talked to my son today? He was just on the train."
We got in the car, but we didn't know where to drive to
F*ck it, wherever you are my nigga, we'll come and find you
Just another day in the ghetto
Oh, the streets bring sorrow
Can't get out today with a schedule
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
Sleepin' peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs
Everybody was college-bound
No dollar amounts
In God we trust, senior year my prom ain't had no party bus
My cousin hit me on Facebook, like "What shorty you takin'?"
I'm lyin', I'm playin', I'm saying "I got one taken, I'm waitin' on her response"
Wrote her a 3 page letter, it's 3 days later, never hit me back, she broke my heart
So now he IM'ing me shit like, "Yo' is shorty bad?"
I pretend not to be depressed, she never wrote me back
I hit him back like "Yo', well f*ck her, it's on to the next"
I wrote that message thinkin' I'm awkward, prolly' would never have sex
You know in high school 16 you prolly late
My cousin hit me back, "Don't trip, bro. I got you a date."
So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen
He said to call and tell her "Walter said that you with me."
I think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked on me
He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit
I'm skeptical to let her know I'm Walter little cousin
What if this shit all a joke, but then again, what if it wasn't?
Would I really risk the chance of me potentially f*cking on some stranger daughter 'cause I barely know if I can trust him?
Prolly not
I finally called her, tell her Walter sent me, "My name Tahj"
She asked me what's the color scheme that we gon' wear to prom
I'm acting like I'm not excited, tryna play it off
"So what's the car we're taking?"
"Worst come worst my mom can take us"
I called Walter, to thank him
He said don't trip and just wear black
He said she cool and they go back
If any problems, hit him back
I never had to, but now we're in tune
He facebook messaged me like, "Sorry not to be a nuisance..." but he like 30 dollars short on all his prom suite shit
I'm like, "I got you, cuz. That's the least that I can do."
He tell me send him the addy and he'll slide after school
I'm like, "Ok, bet."
Never knew where he stayed at
He walked down the street, hella surprised
"This where y'all place at?"
Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my cousin Rena
And I'm surprised too, my family knew, kept us a secret
Me and cuz stay down the street, living different lives
Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride
I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside
He tell me "Thank you" then he walked back home with a smile
He tryna hide it, but I see his dimple
I'm thinking, "Damn, that transaction was simple"
I'm talking shit, I know he hoop
I'm like, "Aye, where the rim, bro?"
He like, "Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly weak as shit, tho."
I know my brother not
So all 3 of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the court
I'm hella passive, I was passing, I ain't have to score
The next day the prom, I couldn't sleep, I stayed up
My granddad gave me a condom then walked away, didn't say nothin'
She hopped out of her car and said that her name was Jada
My heart's racin', I'm focused, I'm tryna keep it playa'
Gave her the croissant, or corsage or whatever the f*ck my mom handed me and said, "Now put it on her hand, Malik"
Family ties
My grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie
Because my dad lived in NY
That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious
Took pictures on the porch, and then we headed for the prom and
Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different place
So he text me like, "Cuz', this the spot. Let's meet up later and bring Jada through."
Prom flashed, I kept it cool
We show up to the function where she brought a change of clothes
I'm looking around like, "Damn, I don't know nobody."
We at this party out West, and Jada left to get dressed
I'm fakin' like I'm sending texts
Some stranger get really close, I swear that I hear his breath
Then he put a knife to my neck, gave me the run down like
"Jada my sister. And if you hit her, f*ck her, make her, miss ya, I'ma kill ya!"
At this point, I'm just exhausted
Wondering where the f*ck's Walter
He shows up like 30 minutes after our altercation
I never mentioned it to him
He kinda overprotective
And I know if I tell him, that he'll beat this nigga's skull in
Turn his body a skeleton, and our night'll end terrible
I exhale and say, "F*ck it", and I just chose to let it go
Walt went to St. Louis
Had a full ride for his hoopin', him and his coach got into it
Now he back home doin' music, aye
I was at Columbia, again a straight A student
I had one B in a hip hop class, I thought that shit was stupid
He transferred to Robert Morris, oh it's lit, we down the street
My class let out at 2:40, and his class let out at 3
Mama asked me where the hell I been and where the hell I be
"I'm with Walter, mom" I say
I keep walkin' in here late, I might fall off in your bed
I get girls now, I get laid
I get caught up following Walter, I'm a product of my age
He talk to erry' girl in downtown Chicago
Wingman, I cannot I fly tho
He was in Cal white Impala, he was that nigga in the party
Awfully popular for someone that they barely mention
Plus we from the part of city that they barely mention
Just logged into Twitter and somehow we was barely mentioned
We signed our names on the Open Mic' list and then they skipped us
And then they skipped us again like a week later
Like, obviously this f*ckin' host can't read the paper
Hella' intimidating, the big guy didn't have to flex
So Walter walked to the host and said, "This the name you're calling next"
Bullied our way to the stage and then overstayed our welcome
An apple never get too far from the tree that fell from
Just like my father tryna do music and hope I make it
Walter joined me for the journey said the city waiting
PIVOT
Walter invincible, dodged death like a mad magician
More times than a mathematician
I'm in LA working on "Bucket List" project
I get a call and get a fishy feeling
Normally Walt joke on the phone, this time he over serious
My heart droppin'
I'm like, "yo, what is it?!"
He say he with T.Y on the highway and some niggas just tried to kill him
Emptied the clip on the car, but somehow they didn't hit him
Sometimes I f*cking hate Chicago, 'cause I hate this feelin'
Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A.M
I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
He said he went to XSport, and they ran a full court
And I can not retort without thinking that this can't be the reason
"So what else you do? What about T.Y? Is he still cool?
Where were you on your way from, and where were you on your way to?
He say he just left for dinner at a friend crib, and that's it
He say "Tahj, don't do shit but smoke, Honestly Saba, that's it"
Give him sympathy, another case of mistaken identity
The news prolly' gon' run this, as two gangs from different streets
Police questionin' him like he just shot at a trooper
My boy walked away unharmed, and we did Lollapalooza, yea
6 months pass by
Everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day
I just dropped "Bucket List", Walter bout to drop a tape
Everything goin' perfect, couldn't paint a better way
PIVOT gang is on the way, we just sold out Lincoln Hall
Then I went to talk to Sway
I got back home and got back on it, 'cause Walt was down' tour dates
Sendin' me links to songs that he made
Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves, aye
Grandma made us play, we played 2K, that's just a day before
Fatima got a show tomorrow, he text me "We in that hoe"
I went to the barbershop, the first thing the next mornin'
Then I got up with Legit we supposed to do some recordin'
10 minutes into this session, I got a call from a number that I don't got saved, but I answer anyways
She says, "Hello, Malik, have you or Squeak talked to my son today? He was just on the train."
We got in the car, but we didn't know where to drive to
F*ck it, wherever you are my nigga, we'll come and find you
Just another day in the ghetto
Oh, the streets bring sorrow
Can't get out today with a schedule
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
Writer: Tahj Malik Chandler
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave