Versuri If It All Ended Tomorrow

 
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? 
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow 
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? 
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? 
 
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? 
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow 
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? 
What Would You Do, What Would You Do? 
 
Uh, this is how it go down 
I have the black-pound-silence so it don't make sound 
I pile a 150 outta town, aint nobody around 
Im in the back seat breakin it down 
My love has been a past week dawg lately I found 
Our press made us turn the radio down 
But God bless now they talkin bout layin me down 
Now they on about shovels in the weight of the ground 
What now? 
Preachin on the way that they handle thing 
Waitin' patiently to do the 6-foot Same Thing 
Now, so I take a second look at my life 
I made too many mistakes that I just couldnt make right 
Should've been more focused than I take things light 
When I'm gone this is what ya'll will say I was like 
American fool, no not that baddest or cool 
Just a big fish caught up in the shallowish pool 
Not a big name playa, in fact its true 
Never wanted this shit without the kats he knew 
He got lucky rode the co-tails of everyones fame 
In two weeks aint nobody gon' rememba his name 
Fuck It 
I'm ready to go, I done made records 
Made monetary often that flow 
More importantly though, I proved everyone wrong 
Its all over regardless what you say when Im gone 
What now? 
 
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? 
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow 
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? 
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? 
 
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? 
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow 
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? 
What Would You Do, What Would You Do? 
 
I want ya'll to feel the wound, its the truth in my words 
I been quiet for too long, the truth should be heard 
It was a while back, 10:20 in the morn' 
Kat should up on my lawn in the rug-ed uniform 
Unexpected, theres a knock on my door 
I met this fool in the club, I don' see him before 
Open to great him, but the second he sees me 
His eyes buckle, his voice is uneasy 
But it's cool, I didn't even catch it at first 
I check his shoulder, homie's rockin a purse 
Now I know something's tricky, but I'm already sittin down 
Homie pipes up, you should hear what he's spittin out 
Says I've been sleepin wit his wifey 
And he ain't the type of kat to take that shit lightly 
I made a move and he told me homie wait 
Reached in his purse pulled a chrome 38 
He asked me if I'm ready to die 
Said he was gonna pull my brains all over the sky 
Said he was leavin the country, and he was straight with the passports 
Cocked the hammer, I'm thinkin my last thoughts 
I'm in a bad way, nothin could save this. 
I close my eyes hopin it's painless 
Just waitin for the sound, ready to swallow too 
But homie havin trouble with his follow through 
By a miracle, I avoid the chalk ground 
Homie's confused, he just wanna be talked down 
His wife is sleepin through town and he knew it 
Picked me outta the crowd but couldn't do it 
Just lost it, and as he's walkin away 
I realize life is short so I'm markin the day 
Now it's full speed ahead, I'll rest when I'm dead 
And I could give a Fuck what the next man said 
I live how I wanna live 
Buy what I wanna buy 
Do what I wanna do 
Try What I wanna try 
Fear nothin, take chances 
Not afraid to fail, always makin advances 
So when I ride on the Grim Reaper Highway 
No regrets bitch, I did it my way 
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) 
 
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? 
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow 
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? 
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? 
 
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? 
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow 
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? 
What Would You Do, What Would You Do? 
  

[Thanks to cyclone_619_y2j@hotmail.com for these lyrics] 
[Thanks to jcbouchard@plymouth.edu, johnnystamboli4life@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics] 
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