Tommy Yoe
I love these fucking high hats
Yeah YO YO YO
Me and my bro
We're like simon and co
The Garfunkel motherfucker sings better than mo
Yeah
Conjure up a function
Show the x and the o
Thrifted feather hat
Grab a flex for the low
I'm loyal to the soil
I don't toy with my phone
Take a day to make the flavor like i'm boiling bones
Me versus the verses
How the chorus should go
Being a better person
Thats the personal goal
But I don't
Get nervous I'm a person to know
The camaraderie is probably why i'm feeling so dope
Fugazi say your great
But it's really a roast
So many middle Americans raring to coast
I actually really care that why i'm rapping it so
Serious
Before we eat the bread its the dough
Expend a little effort or your head 'll be toast
Or burnt to a crisp
Or dead in your home
Thanks for the text last night
How did you know?
I was feeling
Under the weather and
Incredibly low
Low
Sunk to the ground
In the blistering cold
I was stuck in the city
I was itching to go
I wait in the other room
And take a sec to explode
Quit talking to hawks before my neck is exposed
Uh
Were at an end
Or you a friend or a foe
You think too much
It takes a second to know
Gang gang
Your girl got a tight circle
And your group is underground
Teenage mutant ninja turtles
I got my posse like pocky has got rocky
And were bonding over mocha, mochi, and rich coffee
It's not just tommy or takashi morakami
It's a feeling i believe in and a reason to be honest
I'll take a leap
I have a feeling that they got me
If my life falls apart or my night just got sloppy
Yeah YO YO YO
Me and my bro
We're like simon and co
The Garfunkel motherfucker sings better than mo
Yeah
Conjure up a function
Show the x and the o
Thrifted feather hat
Grab a flex for the low
I'm loyal to the soil
I don't toy with my phone
Take a day to make the flavor like i'm boiling bones
Me versus the verses
How the chorus should go
Being a better person
Thats the personal goal
But I don't
Get nervous I'm a person to know
The camaraderie is probably why i'm feeling so dope
Fugazi say your great
But it's really a roast
So many middle Americans raring to coast
I actually really care that why i'm rapping it so
Serious
Before we eat the bread its the dough
Expend a little effort or your head 'll be toast
Or burnt to a crisp
Or dead in your home
Thanks for the text last night
How did you know?
I was feeling
Under the weather and
Incredibly low
Low
Sunk to the ground
In the blistering cold
I was stuck in the city
I was itching to go
I wait in the other room
And take a sec to explode
Quit talking to hawks before my neck is exposed
Uh
Were at an end
Or you a friend or a foe
You think too much
It takes a second to know
Gang gang
Your girl got a tight circle
And your group is underground
Teenage mutant ninja turtles
I got my posse like pocky has got rocky
And were bonding over mocha, mochi, and rich coffee
It's not just tommy or takashi morakami
It's a feeling i believe in and a reason to be honest
I'll take a leap
I have a feeling that they got me
If my life falls apart or my night just got sloppy
Credits
Writer(s): Meade Morrison
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