Tom Thibodeau

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Marlon Craft - Rap, Underground Rap

Tom Thibodeau

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[Chorus] 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 about a walk in a pair of your shoes All they want to despair, they don't care if it's true [Verse 1] I found a lifе all in the sentencеs 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 prisons, it's Quite a difference just a sentence gives What system is you in? I gotta ask you Who you make the bread for? How they 'bout to tax you? Who they gon' cancel? Who they lob a pass to? Claimin' they blessed, now somebody gotta at you Yeah, 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 Or your sentence might change, that ain't nothin' but some punctuation Couple rolls of the dice, that just come from waitin' We 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 blade did Ain't you tired of waitin'? [Chorus] 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 about a walk in a pair of your shoes All they want to despair, they don't care if it's true [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 about a walk in a pair of your shoes All they want to despair, they don't care if it's true

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Writers
  • North Villah
  • Marlon Craft