"Today Might Be The Hit" lyrics
Today might be the hit
Or it won't be shit
Yada yada yada ya
Nothing's gonna trouble me no more
Might choose to die
Fuck the birds chirps outside
And everything is hard
Might shoot it for the stars
The hit
Today might be the hit
The hit, the hit
Today might be the hit
Today might turn to dust
It's dark in god in me I trust
Yada yada yada ya
Yada yada yada ya
Might choose to die
All my words gon' spied
And the seasons in the sun
Oh what a pretty song
The hit
Today might be the hit
The hit, the hit
Today might be the hit
Today might be the hit
Or, it won't be shit
Yada yada yada ya
Yada yada yada ya
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Might choose to die
Oh the birds gon' cry
And the seasons in the sun
Oh where did I go wrong?
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Or it won't be shit
Yada yada yada ya
Nothing's gonna trouble me no more
Might choose to die
Fuck the birds chirps outside
And everything is hard
Might shoot it for the stars
The hit
Today might be the hit
The hit, the hit
Today might be the hit
Today might turn to dust
It's dark in god in me I trust
Yada yada yada ya
Yada yada yada ya
Might choose to die
All my words gon' spied
And the seasons in the sun
Oh what a pretty song
The hit
Today might be the hit
The hit, the hit
Today might be the hit
Today might be the hit
Or, it won't be shit
Yada yada yada ya
Yada yada yada ya
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Might choose to die
Oh the birds gon' cry
And the seasons in the sun
Oh where did I go wrong?
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Writer(s): Marco Pinia, Louis Giles O'Bryen, Asha Lorenz, Campbell Alexander Baum, Lincoln James Barrett
