Lyrics

What would you do if it all ended tomorrow? Time runnin out, ain't no one 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 one 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 one fifty outta town, ain't nobody around I'm 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 Watin' patiently to do the six-foot same thing Now, so I take a second look at my life I made too many mistakes that I just couldn't 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 everyone's fame In two weeks ain't 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 I'm gone What now? What would you do if it all ended tomorrow? Time runnin out, ain't no one 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 one 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 rugged uniform Unexpected, there's a knock on my door I met this fool in the club, I don' see him before Open to greet 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 one 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 one you can borrow So many paths, which one you gonna follow? What would you do, what would you do?
Writer(s): John Felix Anthony Cena, Marc Joseph Predka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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