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, just like your daddy, 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) , I ll be fine
But don t you wait for me (Ooh, don t)
Cause time got nothing right (Ooh) , don t (Don t)

Worry bout tomorrow, worry bout tomorrow
Can you worry bout tomorrow? Ayy, ayy, ayy (Tomorrow)
Worry bout tomorrow, worry bout tomorrow, ooh
Yeah, what s gotten into me? Nah that ain t 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
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 (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 his 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, I ll be fine
Cause time got nothing right