Tom Thibodeau

[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