Lyrics Tommy's Interlude - JT Soul, Tri$ Thomas

Tommy's Interlude

Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket
With them xans finna pop 'em
Finna land from his rocket
Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket
Got the xans finna pop 'em
Finna land from his rocket
Young boy on his U.S. shit
Got the world on this huge ass dick
Got your girl finna do that shit
I walk around like who that bitch
Got dawgs trying to move that brick
I’ll never go broke since I hit that licl
Fuck rap I don’t need that shit (Forreal)
I ain’t playin', what you Saiyan, on vegeta shit
If I ever get caught then I plead the fifth
We them dogs all them boys hard to handle
Got dope in kitchen like whippin' out the bando
Now we pushin' grand pianos
Young JT be the man
Young JT be the man though
Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket
With them xans finna pop 'em
Finna land from his rocket
Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket
Got the xans finna pop 'em
Finna land from his rocket
You ain’t never seen a motherfucker flex like me
In a fresh white tee
Supreme is the team dog I’m slumped off the lean
C’est la vie
Bitch get like me
ODDIO is the team and we ain’t even sleep
Bitch get like me
I’m on a road to the golden planet
Ive been on a mission I ain’t even plan it
I’m up in space dog I’m with the stars
I’m trying to escape all the cars and broads
It’s lift off
I’m on my way back home
Trying to get some signal I can’t get it no, no, no
I blew it all
My heart and my love
The drugs took me over
I got lost in the mud
I got lost in mud
I got lost in the drugs
I got lost in the love
I got lost in the lust
I ain’t even supposed to be here
God tell me do you hear me
Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket
With them xans finna pop 'em
Finna land from his rocket
Young Tri$ Thomas with them bands in his pocket
Got the xans finna pop 'em
Finna land from his rocket
God tell me do you hear me