Living Like There Ain't No Tomorrow Lyrics - Blunted On Reality - The Fugees

[Wyclef Jean] 

Yo check it out. 

This is the boy Wyclef from Translators, I'm coming from the 

Booga Basement with a roots drink in my hands. 

So put the Rotts tonics in the air, 

yeah cause I'm-a start this one off like this. 

Cause niggas are living like there ain't no tomorrow. 

I nuked this on the S900 cause I couldn't fford a 1100. 

I'm-a start this one a little something like this. Here we go. 

Hey yo people you're living like there ain't no tomorrow 

You get caught in the terra asside em and ga morro 

Father, forgive him for he know not what he done 

When the bum search for drums, the son search for condoms 

He seek no, with his ring but with his head 

That leave many dead in hospital beds; now you and death are newlyweds 

So before I enter the tunnel I step back and shake it 

Is it world the death or better life in a casket 

Destruction of the flesh, new reporter wasn't coming 

The devil cursed him cause he couldn't follow 10 commandments 

[Chorus] 

Living like there ain't no tomorrow 

You're living like there ain't no tomorrow 

You're living like there ain't no tomorrow 

You open up your eyes and them was ga marrow. WOO! 

Living like there ain't no tomorrow 

You're living like there ain't no tomorrow 

You're living like there ain't no tomorrow 

Open up your eyes. 

I called up the VP, she told me she was busy watching TV with Roxy 

I told her I was coming, she said that ain't necessary 

three's a crowd, so what's the philosophy? 

Another girl trying to take my girl away from me, easy 

Fuck the door, I jumped through the window 

Somewhere over the rainbow 

Paranable and the bitch still in my home 

Stick stick in your socket, I sacrifice you like a live rabbit 

Fatal attraction the coffin's the cabinet 

Cause in the 90's girls got dicks 

So keep the light on and make sure that the chick don't that back 

She said that she did it with some girl named Lisa 

I said what's the boot yo, she pulled the camcorder 

Bust it, so what's the charge, you called me a womanizor? 

I tried to say sorrym she said say sorry for Taquisha. 

Chairs come flying my way like balls at basketball practice. 

Call the priest cause she's turning to the exorcist 

She kicked me out cause she was paying for the apartment 

That's real, you got no girl, if you got no money to spend 

But she had loved me for my mind and my poetic skills 

But bow i'm checking magazings and getting cheap thrills 

Asking myself when will it end? 

Cause when it came to sex, my hand was my best friends 

[Chorus] 

I had a cousin like a brother 

He tried to play me undercover 

He said I didn't bang her 

But the girl was his secret lover 

But I played stupid like my brain had no minerals 

It's so hard to say good-bye we singing at the funeral 

Girls smash it up easy, when they know they got the bugsy 

He used to sleep alone, but now he's riding Mrs. Daisy 

You say all my business my life's my life my knife's my knife 

So I be the lion that guards the trife 

But at the party, I still move my waistline 

A girl approached me and asked me for the time 

I said; no disrespect, but check the watch on your wrist 

And if you're looking for a hit check Charles Bronson from Death Wish 

Then All of a sudden her man pushed me from the back 

I turned out real cool- I said why did you do that? 

The name is Clef, Clef bon 

Then mark my word that I'm-a break your fucking arm 

Unless you apologize and pick on someone your size 

Not too cookoo-hit you-but the 4 to the 5 

Point it to your nose 

Now your blood turns to snow. 

[Chorus] 

Yeah, word is born