TOM THIBODEAU - Marlon Craft

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