TENNESSEE Lyrics by Tommy Richman
I tell my bitch I love her but she can’t save me
She tell me all the time, am I fucking crazy?
But who gon’ tell her, but you got no, no job since last week
And you got no job
Walking in the room, I’ma talk that
You say that shit to me, I’ma talk back
I’m looking in the room, ain’t no shit around it, baby
Baby, I know everything, pinky ring, not a wedding ring
I was ten years old and then I blinked and I was seventeen
Baby, time move way too fast, come here, enjoy some better things
What you know ’bout being nauseous?
Never nervous, like my women Japanese
My carpet’s Persian, take my shoes off at the door
‘Cause I been lurking, I been stepping urgent
They wanna be like Mr. Spitta but won’t put the work in
That’s not happening, can’t do half a win
I was out of town, bitch, I’m back again
I was tapping out, now I’m tapping in, it’s happening
I do what I want and then I pack it in
What’s up, baby, yeah, what’s up?
What you know ’bout us?
I go full throttle, all those supermodels
We poppin’ bottles, champagne, we poppin’ bottles
We at the top floor everything, we at the top floor
What you talkin’ ’bout, bitch?
I’m the highest in the room, what you talkin’ ’bout?
What the fuck, bitch, I’m lil’ Moon, what you talkin’ ’bout?
See me, see me in the first class seat
I just wanna see you pop that ass cheek
I just wanna see you pop that ass cheek
I just wanna see you pop that ass cheek
I just wanna see you pop that ass cheek
I just wanna see you pop that ass cheek
I been away for just too long
Where did I go wrong?
Where did I go wrong?
She like me
She still my day one, my type beat
She my Tennessee
She my Tennessee
They call me Tommy ’cause I’m tryna get rich, man
I’m not going to hell ’cause that life’s a bitch, man
Whoa, whoa, I
I ain’t paying no fees, I ain’t paying no dues
I ain’t paying no fees, I ain’t paying no dues
I ain’t paying no fees, I ain’t paying no dues
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