Lyrics:
defence, no Pogba
Bar flying over your head, man'll lob ya
Cloud nine don't look fine with an honest look
I'll take you out the air like Thomas Cook, ya
Thomas cook
Everything I’ve seen everything I’ve done
I feel it in the air Ive already won
Look into my eyes what you see is numb
When I’m taking
Thomas Cook
'Cause the things that they preach are their make-believe
And putting petrol in a diesel won't take you far
On the edge of a cliff
Should you
och vida loco
Nu alla är artister men vad har de gjort
Jag är över de alla jag är Thomas Cook
Den här går ut till becknarna na na
De som cuttar
riesen Dampfer fährt uns über'n Golfstrom
Uns're Welt hat vier Ecken und sieht aus wie'n alter Volvo
Hab das Thomas Cook-Gen, kein Hollywood-Fame
Wollt'
I know, I know
It's like girls promisin you Thomas's
And can't even cook toast, right?
What I'm tryin to tell you, man, is...
They just ain't no
bangin' on govs at servery
Me and S like Wallace and Gromit
Might tour on your block, do travel agent
You don't wanna get cook like Thomas
Hate when
day
Do not disturb me or hit up my line
While I'm tryna cook up in the laboratory
Give him advice but he ain't wanna listen
So I had to let him know
can toddle off in swank
And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin deluxe tour
Someday we'll go places
New lands and new faces
up,
We can toddle off in swank
And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin de-luxe tour
Someday we'll go places
New lands and new
toddle off in swank
And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin de-luxe tour
Someday we'll go places
New lands and new faces
The day we quit
up,
We can toddle off in swank
And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin de-luxe tour
Someday we'll go places
New lands and new
up,
We can toddle off in swank
And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin de-luxe tour
Someday we'll go places
New lands and new
up,
We can toddle off in swank
And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin de-luxe tour
Someday we'll go places
New lands and new
up,
We can toddle off in swank
And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin de-luxe tour
Someday we'll go places
New lands and new
my hoes what they want
To hear like I'm a psychic
Don't like young hoes
Those bitches can't cook
I eat an old ho like the big bad wolf
I cop
can toddle off in swank And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin deluxe tour
Someday we'll go places
New lands and new faces
The day
up? Haha, billions of streams
Everybody in sales and commerce, DDC, Marcus
Scott, Bobby, fucking Theta, Mac, Eric, Fred Thomas
All y'all, sorry for
I don't fear no man
Not Bush not Clinton not Osama
Ask your Uncle Thomas how he
Choose Massa' over Obama
You could have a million dollars
And a white
can toddle off in swank
And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin de-luxe tour
Someday, we'll go places
New lands and new faces
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
When I pull it out, bitch nervous
Better ride this wave bitch, surf it
Girl,
these dollars
See me conquer, she gon give me knowledge on my Willy Wonka
Cousin Thomas, r.i.p. my nigga, fuck them boys who shot em’
Yeah
Yeah man fuck
put a ring on
Beat that box up with no gloves on
Got ambition and loves my songs
A girl I can trust when something is wrong
She loves to cook
She feeds
A train wreck
Thomas couldnt care less
You're more unreliable
Than my phones spell check (Woo!)
I been on the grind, Music in my mind
Others wanna take me
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