Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, between you and me there won't be a day Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, we'll know that we'll make it Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, between you and me there won't be a day Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll live with you I write about me, if I don't write about me, I write about things I've lost I write about you in every piece, I live about you in every verse In my room, my body gets agitated, you're the right load, but for the moment I stay outside with the cold, get me out with the weather I understand that it's hard to heal the wounds, they don't go away, they imagine what they imagine I don't like people who double up, that with time I taste what I chew I provoke heat if I fly, I fly with the parkinson, outside it rains and it's cold like Antarctica Don't betray me, I feel like I'm dying, like when I was breathing with panic attacks Lina, ex-fork of mud, freestyle alone in the park You're there, if you're not there, you conquer yourself, caught in the fact I don't know where I'll end up With my head in the mess since I was a kid We are promised futures, the present is uncertain with a thousand fears With the pockets and the votes we turn the night The disconcerted faces lower the belts Even on the mud, since I was a barb, they tell stories and a thousand adventures We live life on the asphalt, but without the safe roads, friend Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, there won't be a black day between you Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, we'll know that we'll make it Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, it won't be good between you, really Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll be with the bros You ask me how I'm doing, how I'm doing with you Every bullet will fly, it will fly with time What I don't have, but what I'm looking for, bro With the strength of Kurt Angle I'll fight for the overseas, because if I don't know how to be happy Since I was sick, like others, never in the hospital I pray, I pray, oh, who knows how it will end Everything disappears, it's a matter of chemistry And who understands me often gets angry Close to the bros I take penicillin I pray, I pray, they are behind, the road is unusual But I don't look back, I tried to feel emotions and love But they are used to hurt me, really I can't wait for you, I learned that you run if you wear a helmet You ask me for a heart, I can't give you a ghost But the glass can't reflect We promised each other the future, the present is uncertain with a thousand fears With the pockets turned, we turn at night The faces upset, the belts low The nacks on the mud, since I was a barber They tell stories, a thousand adventures We live life on the asphalt, but without the roads It's safe and cool Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, brother, it won't be a black day Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, we'll know that we'll make it Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, brother, it won't be a black day Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll be with the brakes Thanks for watching!