[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