John Cena If All Ended Tomorrow Lyrics

What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Times runnin out, ain't no more you can borrow,
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Times runnin out, ain't no more you can borrow,
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do?, what would you do?

(Trademarc)
Uh, this is how it go down,
I have the black-pound-silence so it don't make sound.
I pile a 150 outta town, aint nobody around,
I'm in the back seat breakin it down,
My love has been a past week dog lately I found,
Our press made us turn the radio down.
Regardless, now they talkin bout layin me down.
Now they on about shovels in the weight of the ground.
What now?
Preachin on the way that they handle thing.
Watin patiently to do the 6-foot sand thing.
Now, so I take a second look at my life,
I made too many mistakes that I just could've made right.
Should've been more focused than I take things light.
When I'm gone this is what ya'll will say I was like.
American fool, no not that baddest or cool.
Just a big fish caught up in the shallowish pool.
Not a big name player, the fact its true.
Never would've been s___, without the cats he knew,
He got lucky rode the co-tails of everyones fame,
In two weeks aint nobody gon' rememba his name.
f___ It,
I'm ready to go, I done made records.
Made monotary often that flow.
More importantly though, I proved everyone wrong,
Its all love regardless what you say when I'm gone.
What now?

(John Cena)
I want ya'll to feel the realness, the truth in my words,
I been quiet for too long, the truth should be heard.
It was a while back, 10:20 in the morning,
Cat showed up on my lawn in the rugged uniform.
Unexpected, theres a knock on my door.
I met this fool in the club, I don' see him before,
Open to greet him, but the second he sees me.
His eyes buckle, his voice is uneasy.
But it's cool, I didn't even catch it at first,
I check his shoulder, homie's rockin a purse.
Now I know something's tricky, but I'm already sittin down,
Homie pipes up, you should hear what he's spittin out.
Says I've been sleepin with his wifey.
And he ain't the type of cat to take that s___ lightly.
I made a move and he told me homie wait.
Reached in his purse pulled a chrome 38,
He asked me if I'm ready to die.
Said he was gonna pull my brains all over the sky,
Said he was leavin the country,
And he was straight with the passports.
c___ed the hammer, I'm thinkin my last thoughts.
I'm in a bad way, nothin could save this.
I close my eyes hopin it's painless,
Just waitin for the sound, ready to swallow too.
But homie havin trouble with his follow through.
White America, I avoid the chalk ground,
Homie's confused, he just wanna be talked down.
His wife is sleepin through town and he knew it.
Picked me out of the crowd but couldn't do it.
Just lost it, and as he's walkin away,
I realize life is short so I'm markin the day.
Now it's full speed ahead, I'll rest when I'm dead.
And I could give a f___ what the next man said.
I live how I wanna live,
Buy what I wanna buy,
Do what I wanna do,
Try what I wanna try,
Fear nothin, take chances,
Not afraid to fail, always makin advances.
So when I ride on the Grim Reaper Highway.
No regrets b____, I did it my way.
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah).