[Chorus: CLYSPO]
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

[Verse 1: Kwame]
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

[Chorus: CLYSPO]
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
[Verse 2: CLYPSO]
Made 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

[Chorus: CLYSPO]
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

[Interlude: Brandon 'BJTT' Taylor]
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

[Verse 3: Phil Fresh]
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
[Kwame: Verse 4]
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 n***
Look I’on need that attitude so shake ya ass up to the groove

[Phil Fresh: Verse 5]
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

[Kwame: Verse 6]
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

[Phil Fresh: Verse 7]
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

[Kwame: Verse 8]
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!
[Phil Fresh: Verse 9]
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

[Kwame: Verse 10]
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