Lyrics Tomorrow - Benni Hunnit

I'm sick and tired of the pain I'm sick and tired of the sorrow
I'm sick and tired of the pain I'm sick and tired of the sorrow
I'm sick and tired of the pain I'm sick and tired of the sorrow
I'm sick and tired of the pain

I'm sick and tired of the pain, tired of the sorrow
Sick of all the trouble that every day borrows
Hopin' I make it to tomorrow, hoping I make it to tomorrow
I'm sick and tired of the pain, tired of the sorrow
Sick of all the trouble that every day borrows
Hopin' I make it to tomorrow, hoping I make it to tomorrow

Growin' up as a kid, I lived a hard ass life
I cried many nights when I realized, that my parents broke up
You could see a big hole, the size of a crater
Dead in my chest, I had a soul full of anger
You could see, right through my eyes, that I had a lot
Of anger. so repressed, all these emotions swimmin' like
An ocean in my soul, 13 years old, I didn't know
What the fuck to do, because my role was to be a good boy
But good is boring so I had to do something like start ignoring,
All that shit, I was taught in church, about trying to live holy
Only thing I saw was pain, how the fuck is that holy? It did not make
Alot of sense does he even know me. If he did, why didn't he come
In my darkest moment? All I see is black and blue, I don't know what to do
I'm trying to get out, of the Lions Den so I can see through
Maybe there is, light at the end, waiting for me
Maybe there is, light at the end, waiting for me

I'm sick and tired of the pain, tired of the sorrow
Sick of all the trouble that every day borrows
Hopin' I make it to tomorrow, hopin' I make it to tomorrow
I'm sick and tired of the pain, tired of the sorrow
Sick of all the trouble that every day borrows
Hopin' I make it to tomorrow, hopin' I make it to tomorrow

Ever feel like, every day is a struggle... like
People, from all over, trying to bring you down?

Only 23, How old I be with a fucked up life
I asked the Lord, why you picking on me I don't really understand
Why all these problems all on my chest, it's hard to breath
With all these problems all on my chest, got me, sayin' lord, please
Ooooooahhhhhhhh... hadda catch my breath, these demons really want my soul
They really want my flesh but I ain't gone let em, imma keep on pressing
Imma keep on walkin through that valley, of the shadow of death
Imma keep on walkin through that valley... they reachin they tryna take my soul
They whisper in my ear sayin lets go
They whisper in my ear sayin lets go
Go go!

I'm sick and tired of the pain I'm sick and tired of the sorrow
I'm sick and tired of the pain I'm sick and tired of the sorrow
I'm sick and tired of the pain I'm sick and tired of the sorrow
I'm sick and tired of the pain

I'm sick and tired of the pain, tired of the sorrow
Sick of all the trouble that every day borrows
Hopin' I make it to tomorrow, hopin' I make it to tomorrow
I'm sick and tired of the pain, tired of the sorrow
Sick of all the trouble that every day borrows
Hopin' I make it to tomorrow, hopin' I make it to tomorrow

Yea... I had enough... ye