Testo Tom Petty - Mak11
Testo della canzone Tom Petty (Mak11), tratta dall'album Apollo 11
When does it stop
I got a gift that I think I forgot
I'm on a lift tryna get to the top
Wondering when I'm gon get what I want
Thunder and lightning just lit up the block
What I've been writing gon hit 'em like shocks
Walk in my shoes try to fit in my socks
Talking the truth I've been thinking these thoughts, yeah
Tryna get 'em up outta my head
I don't doubt I'll be counting my bread
Got a pound of the loud by my bed
In a drought I'll be out here just clowning the feds
Make a sound and get found what I said
In my town I been 'round and I'm ready
To pump it up just like the volume, I'm off the wall
I'm talking the point where it give you a headache
Boy don't be petty, Tom
I'm hitting like the drum like a tom
If something is up or it's wrong
Just fill up the bowl in the bong
I'm hoping we'll all get along
You know it get cold in the fog
I'm crossing the road call me Frogger
You know I'm on go in my province
I'm smoking this dope like I'm Dawson
No creek show 'em flow like a faucet
Been totally broke now I'm bossing
They told me I'm GOAT and I'm awesome
Suppose I should float like some frosting
On top of a latte, my body is strong no Pilates
Pastrami and bottled Tomassi what leads to degaussing
I promised my mama I'd stop with the dope, colder than stone
Shout out to Steve cause I'm hotter than Austin
That's down in Texas
Passing the time tryna grind for a necklace
When does it stop
I got a gift that I think I forgot
I'm on a lift tryna get to the top
Wondering when I'm gon get what I want
Thunder and lightning just lit up the block
What I've been writing gon hit 'em like shocks
Walk in my shoes try to fit in my socks
Talking the truth I've been thinking these thoughts, yeah
Tryna get 'em up outta my head
I don't doubt I'll be counting my bread
Got a pound of the loud by my bed
In a drought I'll be out here just clowning the feds
Make a sound and get found what I said
In my town I been 'round and I'm ready
To pump it up just like the volume, I'm off the wall
I'm talking the point where it give you a headache
Boy don't be petty, Tom
You lying should get a sarcophagus
There's a vibe in my city, metropolis
Getting high take a trip on my Oculus
Gotta try different things though it's obvious
I get on top of this, jump in the huddle
All the right moves, we practice it's muddy
Make night moves, play Seger for honey
It's a light groove she don't shake it for money
No loose change
I jump on the beat like I'm Liu Kang
Gon and button your neck I got two fangs
Put out your set cause y'all too lame
Cutting them checks for my crew, gang
I'm dropping the bomb but no Hussein or Laden
Still balling like Godden
I'm awfully popular honest to God it's ridiculous
Dyrdek with the fit check
Used to rock DCs no Washington
When does it stop
I got a gift that I think I forgot
I'm on a lift tryna get to the top
Wondering when I'm gon get what I want
Thunder and lightning just lit up the block
What I've been writing gon hit 'em like shocks
Walk in my shoes try to fit in my socks
Talking the truth I've been thinking these thoughts, yeah
Tryna get 'em up outta my head
I don't doubt I'll be counting my bread
Got a pound of the loud by my bed
In a drought I'll be out here just clowning the feds
Make a sound and get found what I said
In my town I been 'round and I'm ready
To pump it up just like the volume, I'm off the wall
I'm talking the point where it give you a headache
Boy don't be petty, Tom
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Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald
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