“Tomorrow Doesn’t Wait” - Lyfza Gamble

TOMORROW DOESN’T WAIT [INTRO] [Old Cassette Hiss] [School Ambience] [Pencil Tapping] [Filtered Telephone Static] [Soft Piano] [Distant School Bell] [Low Spoken Voice] Back in the day… Nobody counted the days… We just lived ’em. Funny how tomorrow always felt so far away… [Silence] Until it wasn’t. [Reverse Piano] [Sub Bass Riser] [Beat Fades In] [VERSE 1] [Conversational] [Tight Doubles] [Light Ad-libs] Back in the day, loose-leaf folded up, names carved-in the desktop Teacher said, “better listen when I speak” or it’ll be [Stylized Pronunciation] hard-if you get-lost. Bell rang… whole room shifted before the hallway got jam-packed Recess had us diving for dodgeballs with grass stains on the backpack. Didn’t know we’d miss those moments after being from inside the madness, the trap resumed. Streetlights settled every argument that’s where everybody’d [Stylized Pronunciation] find us scrap’n after school. House phone ringing through the kitchen “Tell your mom I’m outside” Never thought one little hand held device would replace all those times. Paragraphs filled every notebook, every sentence had a mean streak, “El Oh El” was somebody laughing now it ends a conversation briefly. Auto-correct would fix the spelling-then it started shaping real intelligence. Make a post now you could ask A.I. to change how and what you [Lean Into Rhyme] said-in-it. This tech makes Life a beach, so I draw lines in the sand of it. Didn’t know it would become a reality to catfish a person with what your talent is. Make it funny, make it intellectual, make it heartfelt. Wild how being so advanced would eventually give that rotten [Lean Into Rhyme] bar-smell. [Strings Rise] Future wore a different face inside the pictures that we painted, Jetpacks, chrome and flying highways… that’s the dream we entertained with. Turns out tomorrow slipped beside us while we chased another day… [Silence] Never kicked the front door open… [Punch Down Beat] [808 Drop] Tomorrow [Lean Into Rhyme] doesn’t wait. [HOOK] [Choir Enters] [Double Vocal] [Background Harmony] [Wide Stereo Vocals] [Huge Reverb] Tomorrow doesn’t wait… One page turns… One habit stays… One new word… One old one fades… Blink once… Everything changed… Tomorrow… Doesn’t wait… [VERSE 2] [Beat Builds] [Tight Doubles] [Reflective Delivery] Back in the day, homework meant hunting through pages for every answer, Dictionary by the elbow, encyclopedia after. Wrong answer? Erase the whole line, rewrite it a little better, Learning wasn’t only finding it… It was putting the pieces together. Knuckles crashing on the desktops, teachers yelling, “stop disturbing the class,” Passing folded notes in algebra, hoping nobody got caught when [Lean Into Rhyme] returning it back. Bike chain humming down the sidewalk, racing sunset to the driveway… Truly insane how the longest summers [Lean Into Rhyme] would end before a Friday. Hundreds just to book a session, legal pads hidden in rewrites, Crossing out a bar ten times just trying to make the [Lean Into Rhyme] rhythm breathe right. Now an idea leaves the morning, by the evening it’s a waveform, “A couple steps” can make a person “blow up fast” like a [Lean Into Rhyme] hidden claymore. [Beat Pulls Back] Nobody’s wrong for loving progress… truth is, so do I… [Low Spoken Voice] Just wonder what we traded every single time we saved some time. [Reverse Piano] [Strings Rise] [HOOK] [Choir Enters] [Double Vocal] [Background Harmony] [Crowd Harmony] [Wide Stereo Vocals] [808 Drop] Tomorrow doesn’t wait… One page turns… One habit stays… One new word… One old one fades… Blink once… Everything changed… Tomorrow… Doesn’t wait… [VERSE 3] [Darker Piano] [Glitch Textures] [Tight Doubles] [Intimate Delivery] Used to need things in the physical just to create, wasn’t it great? But didn’t realize til looking back in hindsight that it would smother our race…. [Low Spoken Voice] what a disgrace. Now the route, the cash, the calendar, the camera and the playlists, All fit in the same hand… ain’t it crazy how nobody noticed when it [Stylized Pronunciation] changed-us. First came little notifications, little vibrations in the silences… Little updates, little patches, little shifts in our [Lean Into Rhyme] environment. Never needed metal arms to slowly merge like Jax in Mortal Combat. Words censored til next we’re limited with simply just making [Lean Into Rhyme] cordial contact. [Piano Drops Out] Search bars answered questions, now a prompt can finish paragraphs-long. Music starts with one idea and ends before the java’s-half-gone. [Silence] Maybe that’s amazing… Maybe both ideas can coexist… Maybe every generation wonders what the next one is….. [Choir Swell] [Reverse Reverb] [OUTRO] [Drums Fade] [Piano Only] [Vinyl Crackle] [Heartbeat] [Low Spoken Voice] Back in the day… Nobody woke up expecting the future. It just kept arriving… One memory… One habit… One update… At a time. [Tape Slowdown]