Day After Tomorrow Lyrics
| Song | Day After Tomorrow |
| Artist | Maino |
| Album | Day After Tomorrow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow | |
| Look, I'm not the dude that | |
| I used to be | |
| Not the dog from the hood on the block that you used to see | |
| Life changed now, things ain't what they used to be | |
| Fans wanna touch me, the industry is new to me | |
| Gettin' deeper, this life | |
| I'm addicted | |
| Caught up in this world, | |
| I'm a fiend, no prescription | |
| Used to be a crook, now | |
| I feel like | |
| I'm a victim | |
| What happened to the old names, people say they miss them | |
| Maybe I'm a hypocrite, | |
| I've been on some different shit | |
| Said I wouldn't change but | |
| I did, I'm admittin' it | |
| Guess I wasn't ready for that fame and exposure | |
| People taking pictures gettin' richer can't slow up | |
| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came | |
| Sittin' in that jail cell, it was just a dream | |
| It was just a dream that turned into reality | |
| Find myself slippin' tryin' to hold to reality | |
| It was just a dream, money and the fame | |
| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came | |
| Don't tell me that | |
| I changed, | |
| I'm still | |
| JermaineThe day after tomorrow, tomorrow really came [x2] | |
| The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow | |
| Yeah, I made it, yea, look | |
| I made it, got away from drugs and gunshots | |
| Standing on the beach far away from range drops | |
| Look at me loungin', girls drop blouses | |
| Back to the club, gettin' drunk spendin' thousands | |
| In and out of sport cars, baby this the fast life | |
| Sittin' in the hotel, reflectin' on my past life | |
| Used to key work in a jacket on my jean suit | |
| Now I'm in the press, whilin' out , catchin' lawsuits | |
| Shoot for the stars, my mother always told me | |
| But she ain't prepare me for this life with my homies | |
| Tryin' to stay real in the industry that's fake | |
| I ain't tryina sell my soul but | |
| I'm tryina get this cake | |
| Tryin' to get it done, seven room mansion | |
| Parties by the pool, model bitches dancin' | |
| It was just a dream, fame is what | |
| I paid for | |
| How can I complain, it's the life that | |
| I prayed for | |
| It was just a dream, money and the fame | |
| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came | |
| Don't tell me that | |
| I changed, | |
| I'm still | |
| JermaineThe day after tomorrow, tomorrow really came [x2] |
| The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow | |
| Look, I' m not the dude that | |
| I used to be | |
| Not the dog from the hood on the block that you used to see | |
| Life changed now, things ain' t what they used to be | |
| Fans wanna touch me, the industry is new to me | |
| Gettin' deeper, this life | |
| I' m addicted | |
| Caught up in this world, | |
| I' m a fiend, no prescription | |
| Used to be a crook, now | |
| I feel like | |
| I' m a victim | |
| What happened to the old names, people say they miss them | |
| Maybe I' m a hypocrite, | |
| I' ve been on some different shit | |
| Said I wouldn' t change but | |
| I did, I' m admittin' it | |
| Guess I wasn' t ready for that fame and exposure | |
| People taking pictures gettin' richer can' t slow up | |
| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came | |
| Sittin' in that jail cell, it was just a dream | |
| It was just a dream that turned into reality | |
| Find myself slippin' tryin' to hold to reality | |
| It was just a dream, money and the fame | |
| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came | |
| Don' t tell me that | |
| I changed, | |
| I' m still | |
| JermaineThe day after tomorrow, tomorrow really came x2 | |
| The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow | |
| Yeah, I made it, yea, look | |
| I made it, got away from drugs and gunshots | |
| Standing on the beach far away from range drops | |
| Look at me loungin', girls drop blouses | |
| Back to the club, gettin' drunk spendin' thousands | |
| In and out of sport cars, baby this the fast life | |
| Sittin' in the hotel, reflectin' on my past life | |
| Used to key work in a jacket on my jean suit | |
| Now I' m in the press, whilin' out , catchin' lawsuits | |
| Shoot for the stars, my mother always told me | |
| But she ain' t prepare me for this life with my homies | |
| Tryin' to stay real in the industry that' s fake | |
| I ain' t tryina sell my soul but | |
| I' m tryina get this cake | |
| Tryin' to get it done, seven room mansion | |
| Parties by the pool, model bitches dancin' | |
| It was just a dream, fame is what | |
| I paid for | |
| How can I complain, it' s the life that | |
| I prayed for | |
| It was just a dream, money and the fame | |
| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came | |
| Don' t tell me that | |
| I changed, | |
| I' m still | |
| JermaineThe day after tomorrow, tomorrow really came x2 |
| The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow | |
| Look, I' m not the dude that | |
| I used to be | |
| Not the dog from the hood on the block that you used to see | |
| Life changed now, things ain' t what they used to be | |
| Fans wanna touch me, the industry is new to me | |
| Gettin' deeper, this life | |
| I' m addicted | |
| Caught up in this world, | |
| I' m a fiend, no prescription | |
| Used to be a crook, now | |
| I feel like | |
| I' m a victim | |
| What happened to the old names, people say they miss them | |
| Maybe I' m a hypocrite, | |
| I' ve been on some different shit | |
| Said I wouldn' t change but | |
| I did, I' m admittin' it | |
| Guess I wasn' t ready for that fame and exposure | |
| People taking pictures gettin' richer can' t slow up | |
| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came | |
| Sittin' in that jail cell, it was just a dream | |
| It was just a dream that turned into reality | |
| Find myself slippin' tryin' to hold to reality | |
| It was just a dream, money and the fame | |
| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came | |
| Don' t tell me that | |
| I changed, | |
| I' m still | |
| JermaineThe day after tomorrow, tomorrow really came x2 | |
| The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow | |
| Yeah, I made it, yea, look | |
| I made it, got away from drugs and gunshots | |
| Standing on the beach far away from range drops | |
| Look at me loungin', girls drop blouses | |
| Back to the club, gettin' drunk spendin' thousands | |
| In and out of sport cars, baby this the fast life | |
| Sittin' in the hotel, reflectin' on my past life | |
| Used to key work in a jacket on my jean suit | |
| Now I' m in the press, whilin' out , catchin' lawsuits | |
| Shoot for the stars, my mother always told me | |
| But she ain' t prepare me for this life with my homies | |
| Tryin' to stay real in the industry that' s fake | |
| I ain' t tryina sell my soul but | |
| I' m tryina get this cake | |
| Tryin' to get it done, seven room mansion | |
| Parties by the pool, model bitches dancin' | |
| It was just a dream, fame is what | |
| I paid for | |
| How can I complain, it' s the life that | |
| I prayed for | |
| It was just a dream, money and the fame | |
| Hopin' for tomorrow, tomorrow really came | |
| Don' t tell me that | |
| I changed, | |
| I' m still | |
| JermaineThe day after tomorrow, tomorrow really came x2 |
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