Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song TOM THIBODEAU , by - Marlon Craft. Release date: 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 |