paroles de chanson Tomorrow - Tyler, The Creator

(Give it up)
Nigga, I'm gettin' old and I need a grandchild, please (Give it up)
Just one, please, all I need is one (Give it— Give it up)
We need a little tiny Tyler lurking around here, okay?
We need a little dookie woodie running around here, okay?

My mother's hands don't look the same
These jet black strands are turning gray
I'm gaining weight, I'd rather rest
The thought of children, it brings me stress
Because time is changing (Ooh)

But don't you wait on me (Ooh, don't), I'll be fine
But don't you wait on me (Ooh, don't), oh, I'll be fine
But don't you wait for me (Ooh, don't)
'Cause time got nothing right (Ooh), don't (Don't), uh

Worry 'bout tomorrow, worry 'bout tomorrow
Can you worry 'bout tomorrow? Ayy, ayy, ayy (Tomorrow)
Worry 'bout tomorrow (Tomorrow), worry 'bout tomorrow, ooh

Yeah, what's gotten into me? Nah that ain't the energy
That version of T that you knew was a memory
Who is that? You niggas get too attached to hear the theory
Face clear, few wrinkles on my spirit (No cap)
Now, cousin', this ain't no tuggin'
I don't like cages, I'd rather be floodin'
Thought this shit out, I pop out with that oven
Tell that new version of me that I'm comin' (Oh my, yeah)
Yeah, my brodie had another baby, that's like number two (Number-two)
My homegirl and I tired, she like thirty-two (Thirty-two)
They sharin' pictures of this moment, shit is really cute
And all I got is photos of my 'Rari and some silly suits (Yeah)
Mhm, but I flip the switch and finally settle down
Mhm, go the other way and keep my panties down
Uh-huh, I'm too paranoid, so I'ma air it out
And any pressure that you're puttin' on me, I'ma tear it down

Don't you wait on me, I'll be fine
Don't you wait on me, I'll be fine
Don't you wait for me
'Cause time got nothing right