Lyrics:
was one of a kind and a fine - hm
I once was infatuated by the things that you do
But now you're doodoo
It's all about respectin yourself
In order
The minstrel played the carillon and the king called for a feast
Subjects gathered in the hall to hail a new found peace
At the head of the table by
answered my prayer
No need to sit around in despair
For you can bring your massacre 
This my Thomas crown affair
Stealing painting from mid air
All my
Yeah
I’m deadly
Like a Mac truck
Hitting the back of
A black Chevy
Yeah
I’m deadly
The machete
In the hands of Thomas Vercetti
Yeah I’m deadly
verbose
That's how trauma goes
But please, if you are able, Mr thomas
Indicate if your seemingly mousy tormentor
Is with us today (point him out)
Mr
we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear
by I don’t see Benjamin
I shine bright throughout my city, Thomas Edison
I can tell that you don’t like me by the evidence
But that’s okay cause all
the keys to the game, and I guarantee we're gonna reign
Living out our independent hustle, through all the struggles and all the pain
Standing by my
a claim/all we ever claim is different by that virtue we’re the same/having spectator syndrome when I see you mistreated/she should be kissing me, but am I
we
Don't stop, the body rock
Check me out why'all
I'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat
My man t-a-s-h take it to your breastplate
at
That moment "TYLER THE CREATOR" yelled out to
The large crowd of people waiting in
Line outside the building "ALL YALL OUTSIDE
THE GATES YALL PUSH
OTHER TIGHT
EACH AND EVERY NIGHT
REPEAT CHORUS X2
INSTRUMENTAL CODA TO FADE
Composer/lyricist/artist: Alwyn Thomas
2022 Alwyn Thomas
All rights in
Sit down her by me, baby, let me hold your hand
Listen to me, baby, try and understand
I'm in misery, I'm in misery
I'm all upset and I'm shook up
That picture hangin' on the wall
Was painted by a friend
He gave it to me all down and out
When he owed me ten
Now it doesn't look like much i
the discrepancies of my deal
Like the millions that y'all owe me, I gotta audit y'all for real
But you changed my life, that's my word
Took a young kid out
to him
Standing outside my car
All alone in the dark
I took the car out of park
And got the hell out of there
Driving as fast as I can
To get away from
teachers (ya heard!), Mr. K
All of the artists my fellow artist in the game that hold me down and help me out
Talib Kweli, (Mike Sanders), The Roots shout
woulda
Me, on the other hand
Well I’s the girls dem sugar
Just me and my brother
Hot like St thomas summer
All I wanted was a Beamer and
To move out
off
Shook and twist the jars
And dope on my mommas stove top
By the time she came back from church boy
I bet you I had an O stocked
In the middle
And they say for what it's worth
His mother was frightened by a donkey
Six months before his birth
And when the midwife heaved him out
The first thing she
95 the speed got you shook
Bad bitch make you take a second look
Don’t need your help I do it by the book
Ocean view, blue skies
The grass is greener
said what’s really good, fuck is you talking bout
Said all these hoes gon make it rain and then we got clear it out
And when it comes
around
My fingers up in your face
And all you weak ass sell outs
Ain't nothing more than
Motherfucken disgraces
And I'm hiding from all the fakes
Who
your way pa
If he front then we stomp 'em out
Get 'em out your way pa
Get 'em out your way pa
Move, move, move
I'm seduced by the chrome, it's
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