[Intro: Gregory Nichols]
Hold up, bring that shit in (uh)
People die everyday, people die anonymous
People die everyday, people die fond of this
People die everyday, people die lonely
People die everyday, will you be my homie? (gOD!?) (Uh)
[Act I “If Today is My Last Tomorrow”: Gregory Nichols]
If Today is My Last Tomorrow, then I truly died yesterday
I flew away into oncoming traffic because Baby Greg is not doing well enough to even Okay
A platinum Album advance or even a chance to wether withstand the flailing hands of screaming fans that would proudly bounce with me from Nashville straight to Japan
Life, though I understand, why it has dealt me a bad hand has never felt less to me
Baby Greg is steady on the sidelines seeing y’all scope each other with jealousy
Though definitely won’t remember me because I never got into the middle of these capitalistic rat races that saw me kill off my folks for the blue face or any amount of celebrity
So I could grow up and be silly just like your bitch ass
Why the fuck would I ever try to minimize the hard work you put in this lifetime to only feel last?
Now Who gets the laugh when it’s the clown who’s been the one that’s painting the masks?
My depression in regression would make any Denomination or faith ready to blast
They damn self, My hands Welt, from beating myself to death
Baby Greg, Twice raped, once Bitten is ready to kill these Bitches Hisself
Ain’t a soul out here I’m trying to impress with this rappin, because it helps
Me To calm myself, realign myself, revisions, I have felt
This is why, G turnt C. Benoit
Maybe I’ll speak to God Mourning, I never felt the “O” and “R”, But Rather the “U” “N” “I”
Aspects of lonely life, Cause baby I could still lose you tonight
Anytime a thought of me having a happy life comes around, Myself, I’m ready to fight
I would kill myself to will myself, cause Love is the beautiful part the Lap of luxury sent from Heaven above, The Sunny days, The Rub
My window of opportunity opens and shuts easier than 48 hours to Solve this case, Like Ole Hero Flo Jo, good Lord Which way did she go?
Up outta my lifetime, like scattered dreams and my lifelines, from shitty ass music collab creations that have they identities, only if they can bite mine
Funny how I be steadily feeling a fall off approaching my contemporaries because all y’all is just chasing these Hotlines on hot lines, Ain’t got time
To even just waste my breath on voicing concerns on days ahead because I know I’d rather be resting my head on Samah Bed, Face red, but Baby we Be fine
But in 7 months from now I’ll be talkin that same shit, insane shtick, But now I gotta perform this song for some crazed kids
Hold up, bring that shit in (uh)
People die everyday, people die anonymous
People die everyday, people die fond of this
People die everyday, people die lonely
People die everyday, will you be my homie? (gOD!?) (Uh)
[Act I “If Today is My Last Tomorrow”: Gregory Nichols]
If Today is My Last Tomorrow, then I truly died yesterday
I flew away into oncoming traffic because Baby Greg is not doing well enough to even Okay
A platinum Album advance or even a chance to wether withstand the flailing hands of screaming fans that would proudly bounce with me from Nashville straight to Japan
Life, though I understand, why it has dealt me a bad hand has never felt less to me
Baby Greg is steady on the sidelines seeing y’all scope each other with jealousy
Though definitely won’t remember me because I never got into the middle of these capitalistic rat races that saw me kill off my folks for the blue face or any amount of celebrity
So I could grow up and be silly just like your bitch ass
Why the fuck would I ever try to minimize the hard work you put in this lifetime to only feel last?
Now Who gets the laugh when it’s the clown who’s been the one that’s painting the masks?
My depression in regression would make any Denomination or faith ready to blast
They damn self, My hands Welt, from beating myself to death
Baby Greg, Twice raped, once Bitten is ready to kill these Bitches Hisself
Ain’t a soul out here I’m trying to impress with this rappin, because it helps
Me To calm myself, realign myself, revisions, I have felt
This is why, G turnt C. Benoit
Maybe I’ll speak to God Mourning, I never felt the “O” and “R”, But Rather the “U” “N” “I”
Aspects of lonely life, Cause baby I could still lose you tonight
Anytime a thought of me having a happy life comes around, Myself, I’m ready to fight
I would kill myself to will myself, cause Love is the beautiful part the Lap of luxury sent from Heaven above, The Sunny days, The Rub
My window of opportunity opens and shuts easier than 48 hours to Solve this case, Like Ole Hero Flo Jo, good Lord Which way did she go?
Up outta my lifetime, like scattered dreams and my lifelines, from shitty ass music collab creations that have they identities, only if they can bite mine
Funny how I be steadily feeling a fall off approaching my contemporaries because all y’all is just chasing these Hotlines on hot lines, Ain’t got time
To even just waste my breath on voicing concerns on days ahead because I know I’d rather be resting my head on Samah Bed, Face red, but Baby we Be fine
But in 7 months from now I’ll be talkin that same shit, insane shtick, But now I gotta perform this song for some crazed kids
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