Joyner Lucas - 2morrow Night Lyrics

Verse 1 [Joyner Lucas]:
Riding with the riders, with the mileage on the pilot
Couple bottles and some models and some condoms we be wildin'
Choppers in the closet, for the watchers who be plottin'
Watch me burn this shit down, like Sodom and Gomorrah
My mama and father had some problems but regardless
It was obvious, I would be a fuc*** monster and a goblin
Killers move in silence but gorillas move with violence
And my niggas move with choppers, and maracas, and Obama's
And the time here, lamas and the tommy guns
Tomorrow never promised but I'm promising your time is up
Line em' up, Eeny, meeny, miny, grab a shawty, every body f***
Heard your bitch a hottie but she prolly, well not prolly, f***
Stopping out you soul until body jump, copy cut
Semi colon, space point, comma what? I'm a nut
Wave strong enough to fuc*** stop a truck
Smack you with a hockey puck, rip your fuc*** pockets off your Hollister

Chores [Joyner Lucas]:
Climbing through your windows with a hollow pipe, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Ninja blades, twin razors and an army knife, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Ski mask rubber gloves, cutting all the lights, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Vest on, suited up like an armored knight, I can't wait for tomorrow night

Hook [Joyner Lucas]:
Yo, I try and, I try and tell these niggas man
They not, they not fuc*** with me man, I, you know what I mean?
I've been doing this shit since I was like 9, 10, you know what I mean?
I can do this in my sleep man

Verse 2 [Joyner Lucas]:
Son of an artist, I'm fuc*** bonkers, I roam with bosses
Fucking your daughters, your mothers, aunts, in your uncle's office
Born in a carriage a couple horses while jumping off em'
The cops chasing, I fuc*** lost em' that's fuc*** awesome
Joyner the puppet master, I'm stabbing your lung and fracture your back
Till your nuts will crack in your sack to your fuc*** bladder
Funny how now suddenly everyone's a bunch of rappers
They just a bunch of band wagon hopping faggot maggots
Got magic racket, hacky sack it's in my khaki jackets
A cream colored hat to match it with it after taxes
These little hoes know my name they ain't have to ask it
The rap assassin, I'm action Jackson the cash attack a freakaziod
Frankenstein, eat the boy, follow me on Twitter catch me at the BET award
Looks can be deceiving I'm the daemon in your ouija board
Sneaking through your basement I be creeping and I never make a freaking noise

Chores [Joyner Lucas]:
Climbing through your windows with a hollow pipe, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Ninja blades, twin razors and an army knife, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Ski mask rubber gloves, cutting all the lights, I can't wait for tomorrow night
Vest on suited up like an armored knight, I can't wait for tomorrow night