Music Video
thatboykwame - TOMMY'S IN TROUBLE (Official Video) ft. CLYPSO + Phil Fresh
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
thatboykwame
Drum Programming
Matt xiro Fioravanti
Bass Guitar
Nikos H. Smallman
Keyboards
Noah Essaghir
Guitar
Kwame
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CLYPSO
Composer
Nikos H. Smallman
Composer
Kwamé
Composer
Philipe Lemoto
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
thatboykwame
Producer
Matt xiro Fioravanti
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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]
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 waaangs
Again and again till 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 don't do dabs, but he trynna fit like Hilary
[Verse 3]
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 4]
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
[Verse 5]
We all don't say no more
He's in the getaway car
[Verse 6]
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 7]
You're tuned into thatboyRadio, 95.7FM
The sounds that are too sweet
This is your host BJTT, and 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 8]
Tell Fila I'm still waiting on the bag
I don't 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 don't use 'em like I do
[Verse 9]
But they don't 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 nude
Look, I don't need that attitude, so shake your ass up to the groove
[Verse 10]
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 don't got no rings, see my time is for them tings
And I'm stacking all these royalties until they call me king, yeah
[Verse 11]
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, yeah
[Verse 12]
See, sometimes for dinnertime 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 shit's a game, we ran it since Sonic Dash
[Verse 13]
The money ándale fast, I'm always first, never last
I'm swerving any motherfucker 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
[Verse 14]
Nah, fuck it, let 'em sleep, I 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 it's pedal to the metal, yelling, "Jesus, grab the wheel"
[Verse 15]
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
Written by: CLYPSO, Nikos H. Smallman, Philipe Lemoto, Rich Kwame Amevor
