Letras
I been on the road tryna get it
I gotta turn my broke to riches
Yeah, I been to LA with the devil in my face
It was feelin' like a motion picture
I don't wanna fit the broke description
It's a feelin' that I won't revisit
And the boy got so much motion now
That I feel I got motion sickness
Yeah, middle finger, uh
Middle finger to tomorrow, why not now?
Why not?
Middle finger to tomorrow, why not now?
Why not?
Middle finger to tomorrow, why not now?
Why not?
Middle finger to tomorrow, why not now?
Yeah, I said the boy got so much motion that I got motion sickness
Don't come in my culture, takin' down
Sculptures, makin' things different
Make your decision
I see a lot of things that are so prohibited
And I know that this culture wicked
It rubbed off on me, I just won't admit it
For the almighty dollar, I'd die for
It all and dive in the ocean to get it
My therapist got so many files on me
That he can't find a folder to fit it
I don't know how to cope with the feelin'
When life give you lemons, know your limit
I come picture life like this, now look at me
I stand before you, photogenic
Try now, middle finger to tomorrow, why not now?
Right now, middle finger to tomorrow, why not now?
Right now, middle finger to tomorrow, why not now?
Right now, middle finger to tomorrow, why not?
Yeah, middle finger
Middle finger to tomorrow, why not now?
Middle finger to the
Middle finger to tomorrow, why not now?
Why not? Why not? Why not?
Why not?
Do it right now, man, you might as well then
Tomorrow's not promised, I can't compel them
The blessing came to me 'cause I put myself in
Position to get one, I'm tryin' to tell them
See it for what it is, I got the eye of a falcon
The lyrics so good, you could fire your mailman