Muneshine - If I Live To See Tomorrow lyrics

[Verse 1] If I live to see tomorrow That tomorrow better be polite I’ve spent my life in darkness, I’m begging for some bright I’m ready for the light Lime I’ve left my coat and umbrella behind I told the weatherman Please, let the weather shine Or get ready for a milkshake, Nick Cage Let him breath, or let him slide Let it be or let him die Paul Live and let die like Lennon in the Rye By Salinger and Chapman Dakota…Dead inside I’ve said it all before, though I’ve never said it twice I’ve never said it twice I’ve never said it twice I’m the devil in disguise and it’s been one hell of a life I’m the one who fed the fire The one who fanned the flames The one who had the balls to get a canvas to stain And splash that Motherf**er like Jackson with paint I’m Pollock on a beat bleeding pa**ion and pain They laughing at my face They jabbing at my weight Like I’m some clown slipping on banana peels My face ain’t a target for your coconut cream Your low self-esteem’s so obvious All because you’re nobody Tippy-toe Napoleon’s heels Dynamite or Bonaparte You see, the truth is… We’re a couple globes apart And on mine I represent the broken hearted While you’re alone on yours…, A solo artist Disrespect Me on a youtube comment board But get used to the face on your monitor Everybody wants me to be what they want me to be But I ain’t no motherf**ing Commodore f** s** appeal I don’t know how to sell I’m a writer trying to write my mind out of hell Without a combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell f** a novelty to get the world to follow me I’ve penned magic but haven’t seen a penny paid Rap’s Lennon trying to pen a Penny Lane Very strange I stumbled over every shake My road traveled is bumpier than Lemmy’s face Three years spent spitting lyrics written for Listeners sick of all the piss poor spitters forced Throat down Trying to multiply my three years worth Of listeners by a million more in my forth I’m not stupid

I’m never making Puffy ends But underground groups generate a couple M’s And I wanna see five before my f**ing end I don’t want to die and be discovered then And go from four albums loved by a dozen fans To another million jumping on my bandwagon Screaming ‘D was the f**ing man!’ Loud enough for Spin Magazine to hear And maybe spare me some f**ing press Then my money hungry sister and her husband can Slander me on paper and publish it f**ing pig And every dream seller with their false promises Can kneel before my coffin and s** my dick So… If I live to see tomorrow That tomorrow better be polite I’ve spent my life in darkness, I’m begging for some bright I’m ready for the light Lime I’ve left my coat and umbrella behind I love you all So take Jonestown Take it all Take my catalogue I don’t want your cash Just listen to the words That’s all I ask I’m tired of writing for the walls and my starving cats I’m sick of being overlooked by these f**s scared to think And don’t get my references So they call me wack I’m not skinny and I wear gla**es I’m not Slim So they choose not to listen and call me fat Just heard the new Adele record That record’s great But have you seen Adele? She’s f**ing fat! Beth Ditto’s new solo record’s coming I heard the snippets Too bad she’s so f**ing fat Philip Seymour Hoffman’s brilliant in his new picture But, who cares? He’s f**ing fat! What the f**’s with that? See, the difference is you look like Fozzy Bear Flame And I, Jonah Hill But I can f**ing rap So when the bullet’s in my brain And the ambulance arrives To load me in their truck, in a body bag And the story's on Exclaim and ChartAttack With a photograph of me in a plague doctor’s mask And Kaplan says… He gave it all away, cuz the music was all he had Yeah So If I live to see tomorrow That tomorrow better be polite I’ve spent my life in darkness, I’m begging for some bright I’m ready for the light