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