Tomorrow - Joyce Green

No joke oo, hmm These tings weh I see, make me strong to dis day Ano play, ano come play Dem say I be masquerade Make dem talk I go up my game Shatta Movement my parade Money haffi make, high pon it (high pon it) Me, ano dey watch nobody (hey!) No play wit my money (hey!) Man issa winner Namo ni kε baa nga shina I dey see dem like cartoon I be lion dem be baboon Prove dem wrong wit tattoo Some of dem ano be ayε part 2 What they no fit do, I can do Mε aduu εsumor kwaadu Wor yi amε round 1, round 2, norr amε kεε Shatta εdza buu Everyday we geng geng beng beng beng (beng beng beng yeh) Everyday we do am oo widawt dem (widawt dem yeh) Tomorrow tomorrow I go make am yeh And I go buy motor, private jet yeh Everyday we geng geng beng beng beng (beng beng beng yeh) Everyday we do am oo widawt dem (widawt dem yeh) Tomorrow tomorrow I go make am yeh And I go buy motor, private jet yeh Everyday beng beng beng (beng) We dey collect dem (dem) We dey party, party Article Wan say ngengengengen Money for pack like Kumasi taylor January, July, November, December Namo gyi wa oya soldier, you no know say soldier be hiiewa ??? tomor tequila Wonkyi dadε yaabi Togeda Kε Wakanda yε America, noni we no deh watch da weather Me I be cool and I get the cheddar You know why they know be better I just receive letter See contract, see the cheddar Everyday we geng geng beng beng beng (beng beng beng yeh) Everyday we do am oo widawt dem (widawt dem yeh) Tomorrow tomorrow I go make am yeh And I go buy motor, private jet yeh Everyday we geng geng beng beng beng (beng beng beng yeh) Everyday we do am oo widawt dem (widawt dem yeh) Tomorrow tomorrow I go make am yeh And I go buy motor, private jet yeh Dem say I be masquerade Mek dem talk I go up my game Shatta Movement my parade Money haffi make, high pon it (high pon it) Me, ano dey watch nobody (hey!) No play wit my money (hey!) Man issa winner Namo ni kε baa nga shina I dey see dem like cartoon I be lion dem be baboon Prove dem wrong wit tattoo Some of dem ano be ayε part 2 What they no fit do, I can do Mε aduu εsumor kwaadu Wor yi amε round 1, round 2, norr amε kεε Shatta εdza buu Everyday we geng geng beng beng beng (beng beng beng yeh) Everyday we do am oo widawt dem (widawt dem yeh) Tomorrow tomorrow I go make am yeh And I go buy motor, private jet yeh Everyday we geng geng beng beng beng (beng beng beng yeh) Everyday we do am oo widawt dem (widawt dem yeh) Tomorrow tomorrow I go make am yeh And I go buy motor, private jet yeh Yehhh! Widawt dem! Buy motor, private jet yeh! Make dem play - buy our jet yehh Dem go see FOR LIFE!!!

Jesus said, "Here I stand Won't you please let me in?" And you said, "I will... tomorrow!" Jesus said, "I am He who supplies all your needs" And you said, "I know... but, tomorrow!" Tomorrow I'll give my life tomorrow I thought about today, oh God It's so much easier to say Tomorrow Who promised you tomorrow Better choose the Lord today For tomorrow very well might be today Jesus said, "Here I stand Won't you please take my hand?" And you said, "I will... tomorrow!" Jesus said, "I am He who supplies all your needs" And you said, "I know... but, tomorrow!" I'll give my life tomorrow I thought about today, Oh God It's so much easier to say Tomorrow Who promised you tomorrow Better choose the Lord today For tomorrow very well might be today And you said your tomorrow would ever come for you Still you laughed and played And continued on to say Tomorrow, forget about tomorrow Won't you give your life today Oooooh please Don't just turn and walk away Tomorrow, tomorrow is not promised Don't let this moment slip away Oooooooooh Your tomorrow could very well begin today

Moda de viola De um cego infeliz Podre na raiz, ah Vive sem futuro Num lugar escuro E o diabo diz: Ah Disso eu me encarrego Moda de viola Não dá luz a cego, ah-ha Disso eu me encarrego Moda de viola Não dá luz a cego, ah-ha Moda de viola De um cego infeliz Podre na raiz, ah Vive sem futuro Num lugar escuro E o diabo diz: Ah Disso eu me encarrego Moda de viola Não dá luz a cego, ah-ha Disso eu me encarrego Moda de viola Não dá luz a cego, ah-ha

O Chefe da Folia Pelo telefone manda me avisar Que com alegria Não se questione para se brincar Ai, ai, ai É deixar mágoas pra trás, ó rapaz Ai, ai, ai Fica triste se és capaz e verás Tomara que tu apanhe Pra não tornar fazer isso Tirar amores dos outros Depois fazer teu feitiço Ai, se a rolinha, Sinhô, Sinhô Se embaraçou, Sinhô, Sinhô É que a avezinha, Sinhô, Sinhô Nunca sambou, Sinhô, Sinhô Porque este samba, Sinhô, Sinhô De arrepiar, Sinhô, Sinhô Põe perna bamba, Sinhô, Sinhô Mas faz gozar, Sinhô, Sinhô O "Peru" me disse Se o "Morcego" visse Não fazer tolice Que eu então saísse Dessa esquisitice De disse-não-disse Ah! Ah! Ah! Aí está o canto ideal, triunfal Ai, ai, ai Viva o nosso Carnaval sem rival Se quem tira o amor dos outros Por Deus fosse castigado O mundo estava vazio E o inferno habitado Queres ou não, Sinhô, Sinhô Vir pro cordão, Sinhô, Sinhô É ser folião, Sinhô, Sinhô De coração, Sinhô, Sinhô Porque este samba, Sinhô, Sinhô De arrepiar, Sinhô, Sinhô Põe perna bamba, Sinhô, Sinhô Mas faz gozar, Sinhô, Sinhô Quem for bom de gosto Mostre-se disposto Não procure encosto Tenha o riso posto Faça alegre o rosto Nada de desgosto Ai, ai, ai Dança o samba Com calor, meu amor Ai, ai, ai Pois quem dança Não tem dor nem calor