Tommy Songtext
von Nettspend

High off my feet, Tommy, I don′t know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah)

Touch your toes, ah-ah-oh
Pour some more, ah-ah-oh
I suppose, uh
I, I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don′t know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So, we geek up and fuck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won′t let ′em bury me, said nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (nah, nah)


My lil' shit dressed like she a tomboy
At a Gucci store, and I′m like, "Where the Tom Ford?"
I try explore all the things I wanted more
I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core
AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex, yeah
I took a picture with you ′cause you earned it, uh

Ay, pop that - (pill), ay, pop that pill
You might just lose your focus (ew)
I'm in my bag, buyin′ bags for my person
I'm a bounty hunter
Stray rats, lookin' for that fuckin′ snitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Stick, bitch, I know, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Touch your toes, ah-ah-oh
Pour some more, ah-ah-oh
I suppose, uh
I, I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don′t know
And she was street slimy, I ain't know
So we geek up and fuck, oh
I left for dead, but she made a pact for us
And she pullin′ tarots, I think I would get blessed
And I won't let ′em bury me, said nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (nah, nah)