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Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble Leave the cookies by bench I’ll sip the glass to make it clearer Coming through the window bet she seen me in the mirror That boy hit it Knightley like he changed his name Keira Number one shotta man they label me a killer Nightmare on Elm when he was walking past the river Only look to see reflections, 'cause it gave him real confessions Had him questioning complexions but it do not mean a thang Before he made a stop he had to get himself some wangs Again and again 'til he got hit with the cane At the point where he would find himself in love with all the pain even if he’d make it rain, it would always be the same Fresh to death the whip had suicides swerving through the lanes To yet another mystery, recorded down for history He grew up 'round some bigotry the system set for killing me Take a lap for victory, acknowledge all the injuries He’on do dabs but he tryna fit like Hilary Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble SongtexteMade some mistakes we didn’t see it coming Fingers we shake so it won’t happen again Like some terrible dream of a life he don’t want no more Cut like a knife now tell me what’s the score We all don’t say no more He’s in the getaway car Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble Table set and the tree is lit, Tommy got himself in trouble You're tuned into thatboyRadio, 95.7FM the sounds that are too sweet. This is your host BJTT, & yes, the first T is silent Now, it's to my pleasure, that I present to you a brand new track from a favourite of ours on here, Kwame, working with another favourite of ours, Phil Fresh A listening exclusive, only on thatboyRadio, 95.7FM. So grab your favourite beverage, sit back, relax, as it's time, for TOMMY'S IN TROUBLE Tell Fila I'm still waiting on the bag I'on want no sponsorship I want my name on the tag See my goal is silver screens, that's big picture moves We got the same tools but you'on use 'em like I do They’on use it like I do i need my credit like it's school She love the way I use my pipe, she want a fix I got the screw And you knew I been that dude I’m tryna see you looking nude Look I’on need that attitude so shake ya ass up to the groove If it was you, you couldn't do it how I do She shot me a look like “freshy baby make your move” No I'on got no rings, see my time is for them tings And i'm stacking all these royalties until they call me king Fuck it, right now I’m tryna get me some head (huh?) I mean, I wouldn’t mind some breakfast in here And tell Champion to send the whole squad some new threads 'Cause we the reason y’all been eating and collecting ya bread See sometimes for dinner time all we had to eat was bread And now we’re at the table talking cheques with label heads Turn this chip on my shoulder, to some chips at the Cas' See this rap shits a game, we ran it since sonic dash The money ándale fast, I’m always first never last I’m swerving any mother fucker, that would want me to crash Word to Q I’m feeling numb numb off from the juice These pillow suckers still snooze they must’ve got it confused no! Nah fuck it let em sleep I’on don't got no time for lames My brother Bentley B he told me go and switch lanes And I won't ever stop until the team is earning mil's So its pedal to the metal yelling Jesus grab the wheel Alright, Jesus grab the wheel 'cause everything is mass appeal and fuck a label deal ain’t signing shit until a see a meal Until my family getting meals La Roux I’m in it for the kill I never did it for the bill I’m too cold I gotta chill Aus Songtexte Mania