Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TOM THIBODEAU, artist - Marlon Craft.
Date of issue: 20.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
TOM THIBODEAU |
I’m feelin' like I’m Tom Thibodeau |
Create the culture, they just dribble more |
They hate the vultures 'til they is one though |
They givin' flowers, those different roses |
Put the pain in the pot, let it stir, let it brew |
Let 'em eat, let 'em take from the language of you |
They don’t care bout a walk in a pair of your shoes |
All they want to despair, they don’t care if it’s true |
I found a life all in the sentences |
They drownin' lives all with the sentencing |
I write mine down, recite with instruments |
They strike guys down and make them instruments of corporations makin' dividends |
I earn for Spotify through Distrokid |
They all commodify through prisonses |
Quite a difference just a sentence gives |
What system is you in? |
I gotta ask you, who you make the bread for? |
How they bouta tax you? |
Who they gon' cancel? |
Who they lob a pass to? |
Claimin' they blessed, now somebody gotta at you |
Who are these haters of which you speak, dog? |
Somebody gotta at you |
Far as I can see it, we just pick a narrative and act casual |
Boy your sentence might change, that ain’t nothin but some punctuation |
Couple rolls of the dice, that just come from waitin' |
You look around like «Man, ain’t no others changin'» |
Not me, I like to cook when no oven’s bakin' |
That way I always smell what the fuck I’m makin' |
They lookin' for an image just to run adjacent |
Say you livin' in his image then I guess he ain’t shit |
Put more goals on ice then the Gretzky blaze did |
Ain’t you tired of waitin'? |
I’m feelin' like I’m Tom Thibodeau |
Create the culture, they just dribble more |
They hate the vultures 'til they is one though |
They givin' flowers, those different roses |
Put the pain in the pot, let it stir, let it brew |
Let 'em eat, let 'em take from the language of you |
They don’t care 'bout a walk in a pair of your shoes |
All they want to despair, they don’t care if it’s true |
Coach of the year, the team is me |
The coast is clear to be what I dream to be |
Emotions near, but all that mean to me is that a motion’s near |
I got a movement startin' |
Don’t approach or cheer |
Don’t gotta prove to y’all shit |
Got a new apartment |
Got a fuse to spark with |
I elope with fear |
We don’t care who in charge if they don’t want the dark shit |
Can’t have my heart then |
Run these knees to the ground, Tom Thibs, Tom Thibs |
I don’t want these cheap lil pounds, fuck who y’all is, y’all is |
I be in season year-round, can I live? |
I live? |
An ironic freeness I’ve found, I’m locked in, locked in |
And I’m feelin' like I’m Tom Thibodeau |
Create the culture, they just dribble more |
They hate the vultures 'til they is one though |
They givin' flowers, those different roses |
Put the pain in the pot, let it stir, let it brew, let 'em eat |
Let 'em take from the language of you |
They don’t care 'bout a walk in a pair of your shoes |
All they want to despair, they don’t care if it’s true |