Tunnel Vision (WUMBO) [Bedroom version]
He said he won't fall
I'm like I bet he tumble
I got him rock hard
I feel like Betty Rubble
I keep it cute and calm, but I'm barely humble
Known to talk my shit, so I rarely mumble
He shoot his shot and it got blocked, I'm just on my Mutombo
Think I forgot you used to mock, I rise up like I'm dumbo
My talents cook up in that pot, I'm chefin' up some gumbo
They ask me how I win a lot, just had to flip to wumbo
Um hello
Whatchu wanna know
You going where
Oh, I can't go
Whatchu mean
Oh you ain't know
The clock is t-t-t-ticking
I'm bout to blow
Tunnel vision got my eyes on the prize
Pay attention you gone see me on the rise
Young and gifted, I'm not even in my prime
And I'm not missin', I'm just simply on the grind
How you acting like I'm acting like I'm Hollywood
If I did you just like you did me then you probably would
Turn up yo' nose just the same and go scoff a bit
Cuz you'd go through all the pain of you talking shit
And please don't act like you was always in my corner
Had to wake these niggas, good morning bitch I'm Tom Joyner
Treating all my dreams like they was goofs and gags
But now you see me on the scene and it's hard to laugh
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, let me do it for ya
I could tell you more but I don't wanna bore ya
Remember you was there for a minute, the first quarter
But even back then I ain't have one supporter
I needed friends and these bitches gave me plenty space
They play pretend like Whose Line Is It Anyway
Ya story don't stand up, who you jokin' with
I'm on my Wayne Brady, do I have to choke a bitch
The shoe fit Cinderella slip it in tight
Bout to strike this bitch right quick like midnight
I don't make amends bitch I'm shaking every table
Patience paper thin, mix it up with the maple
Um hello
Whatchu wanna know
You going where
Oh, I can't go
Whatchu mean
Oh you ain't know
The clock is t-t-t-ticking
I'm bout to blow
Tunnel vision got my eyes on the prize
Pay attention you gone see me on the rise
Young and gifted, I'm not even in my prime
And I'm not missin', I'm just simply on the grind
I'm like I bet he tumble
I got him rock hard
I feel like Betty Rubble
I keep it cute and calm, but I'm barely humble
Known to talk my shit, so I rarely mumble
He shoot his shot and it got blocked, I'm just on my Mutombo
Think I forgot you used to mock, I rise up like I'm dumbo
My talents cook up in that pot, I'm chefin' up some gumbo
They ask me how I win a lot, just had to flip to wumbo
Um hello
Whatchu wanna know
You going where
Oh, I can't go
Whatchu mean
Oh you ain't know
The clock is t-t-t-ticking
I'm bout to blow
Tunnel vision got my eyes on the prize
Pay attention you gone see me on the rise
Young and gifted, I'm not even in my prime
And I'm not missin', I'm just simply on the grind
How you acting like I'm acting like I'm Hollywood
If I did you just like you did me then you probably would
Turn up yo' nose just the same and go scoff a bit
Cuz you'd go through all the pain of you talking shit
And please don't act like you was always in my corner
Had to wake these niggas, good morning bitch I'm Tom Joyner
Treating all my dreams like they was goofs and gags
But now you see me on the scene and it's hard to laugh
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, let me do it for ya
I could tell you more but I don't wanna bore ya
Remember you was there for a minute, the first quarter
But even back then I ain't have one supporter
I needed friends and these bitches gave me plenty space
They play pretend like Whose Line Is It Anyway
Ya story don't stand up, who you jokin' with
I'm on my Wayne Brady, do I have to choke a bitch
The shoe fit Cinderella slip it in tight
Bout to strike this bitch right quick like midnight
I don't make amends bitch I'm shaking every table
Patience paper thin, mix it up with the maple
Um hello
Whatchu wanna know
You going where
Oh, I can't go
Whatchu mean
Oh you ain't know
The clock is t-t-t-ticking
I'm bout to blow
Tunnel vision got my eyes on the prize
Pay attention you gone see me on the rise
Young and gifted, I'm not even in my prime
And I'm not missin', I'm just simply on the grind
Credits
Writer(s): Lauren Easton
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