Tomorrow - Charlie Farley

Feeling alright

Got cases in the grey Chicago

Whose cadillac got the tobacco

Good times a cycle at the end of the dusty dirt road

We’re turnt up tonight and we don’t worry about that Tomorrow

Around here got a good year on a note limb

Fires you can bet we stoked 'em

Poke them ashes until they smoking

Then open a cold beer

Down here we got a remington in a dog box

12-gauge pump with a whole lot of buck shot

Running them highs, burning down the dirt road

Got it in the blood that runs through our soul

Around here got a big jug of sweet tea

Snuffed can ring on the pocket of our jeans

Broke-down barbed wire fence needs fixing

We can do that later right now we fishing

Kicking back in the heart of dixie with

16 30-pack of that budlight with me

Probly won’t run out but if we do we got whisky

we know how to get tipsy

Feeling alright

Got cases in the grey Chicago

Whose cadillac got the tobacco

Good times a cycle at the end of the dusty dirt road

We’re turnt up tonight and we don’t worry about that Tomorrow

Around here it’s bonfire with your buddies

Ain’t getting nothing saturday night but chilling Sunday

Cause we know we gotta go to work on Monday

Ain’t enough days in the week for two fundays

Around here we show respect where respect is due

But if you decide to jump ship and then run them lips

You become victims of our boots

Down here there’s a hole in the wall we live in

Got empty hands only what we’ve been given

Understand that no one gave you shit

But an ass whooping for asking for it

Feeling alright

Got cases in the grey Chicago

Whose cadillac got the tobacco

Good times and cycle at the end of the dusty dirt road

We’re turnt up tonight and we don’t worry about that Tomorrow

Let’s not worry about anything today

The car note (worry about that tomorrow)

The cellphone (worry about that tomorrow)

(worry about that tomorrow)(worry about that tomorrow)

What

Feeling alright

Got cases in the grey chicago

Whose cadillac got the tobacco

Good times and cycle at the end of the dusty dirt road

We’re turnt up tonight and we don’t worry about that Tomorrow