Tomorrow

my mother′s hands don’t look the same
these jet black strands are turning grey
i′m gaining weight i’d rather rest
the thought of children it brings me stress
because time is changing
but don’t you wait on me i′ll be fine
don′t you wait for me cause time got nothing right
i can’t worry bout tomorrow
what′s gotten into me?
nah that ain’t the energy that version of t that you knew is a memory
who is that? you niggas get too attached
to hear it fear it face clear few wrinkles on my spirit
now cousin, this ain′t no tubbing
i don’t like cages i′d rather be flooded
thaw this shit out i pop out with that oven
tell that new version of me that i’m coming
my brodie had another baby that’s like number 2
my home girl a knot tier she like 32
they sharing pictures of these moments shit is really cute
and all i got is photos of my rarri and some silly suits
will i flip the switch and finally settle down?
or go the other way and keep my panties down?
i′m too paranoid so ima air it out
and any pressure that you′re putting on me ima tear it down