Tyler, The Creator Tomorrow

(Give it up) Nigga, I'm gettin' old and I need a grandchild, please (Give it up) Just one, please, all I need is one (Give it– Give it up) We need a little tiny Tyler lurking around here, okay? We need a little dookie woodie running around here, okay? My mother's hands don't look the same These jet black strands are turning gray I'm gaining weight, I'd rather rest The thought of children, it brings me stress Because time is changing (Ooh) But don't you wait on me (Ooh, don't), I'll be fine But don't you wait on mе (Ooh, don't), oh, I'll be fine But don't you wait for me (Ooh, don't) 'Causе time got nothing right (Ooh), don't (Don't), uh Worry 'bout tomorrow, worry 'bout tomorrow Can you worry 'bout tomorrow? Ayy, ayy, ayy (Tomorrow) Worry 'bout tomorrow (Tomorrow), worry 'bout tomorrow, ooh Yeah, what's gotten into me? Nah that ain't the energy That version of T that you knew was a memory Who is that? You niggas get too attached to hear the theory Face clear, few wrinkles on my spirit (No cap) Now, cousin', this ain't no [tuggin'?] I don't like cages, I'd rather be floodin' Thought this shit out, I pop out with that oven Tell that new version of me that I'm comin' (Oh my, yeah) Yeah, my brodie had another baby, that's like number two (Number-two) My homegirl and I tired, she like thirty-two (Thirty-two) They sharin' pictures of this moment, shit is really cute And all I got is photos of my 'Rari and some silly suits (Yeah) Mhm, but I flip the switch and finally settle down Mhm, go the other way and keep my panties down Uh-huh, I'm too paranoid, so I'ma air it out And any pressure that you're puttin' on me, I'ma tear it down Don't you wait on me, I'll be fine Don't you wait on me, I'll be fine Don't you wait for me, I'll be fine 'Cause time got nothing right