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letra de tom hanks - travis thompson

[intro]
horchata!

[verse 1]
there’s a summer and a winter, yo
here’s a shout out to the teachers said i’d never make a difference
it’s a lesson for beginners, so
my favorite kinda girl the one’s that thank my mom for dinner
said, “but y’all get any money while i serenade the sinners?”
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
they be calling you a loser when you f-cking with a winner
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
just don’t do ’em like that
too good, and my goofy white -ss like, “like, where my shine at?”
eat a four-course watching bojack horseman
waiting for the postman, new shoes coming
gotta do new numbers, gotta cruise through stunting on all these cats like, “where the party at?”
they bump my sh-t while i’m sitting in the kitchen sipping
youngin’ screaming out like, “oh, he snapped!”
oh, he’s that
nabbing the verse
still went for max on the perps, do we make it adverse, like
gimme everything you got
need to capture the purse, i’ll hit you back on the first, yo
am i wrong for that?
ditching everybody for these songs of rap?
i’m tryna right my wrongs, but, it’s funny, them same wrongs help me write the songs, like

[chorus]
i love that chaos, let it control me
i’ve been up all night, running on no sleep
used to try to fit in, but that’s the old me
you can’t tell me nothing, i’m in my own league
i love that chaos, let it control me
i’ve been up all night, running on no sleep
used to try to fit in, but that’s the old me
you can’t tell me nothing, i’m in my own league

[verse 2]
yo, i’m in a league of my own
imagine tom hanks spitting when you bumping my songs
picture that you k!lling next to pippin like, “godd-mn!”
boy got game, where the h-ll i go wrong?
catch me rocking to prom in a tattered old suit
all the people that hated like, “yo, that boy got the juice!”
think the boy getting loose in the coupé with the roof open
they’ll say like, “okay, that boy is the truth” (he the truth) — proof
she don’t even look fair
i’ve been a realist, so i’m stealing from the book fair
gotta give a little stare to these b-tches
my mom say, “don’t say that, don’t look there!”
don’t you put a hook there
why you elevating while we took stairs?
yo: why you never faded, why you making every playlist sound the f-cking greatest, and you still a rook — weird, huh
i don’t mean no harm by half the sh-t i say
it ain’t ’bout the cash, but i still need that bank
to ease that pain, get some gold t–th
i need a gold chain, i need a rollie
you’ll never hold me back in my own league
i’m in my own league, yeah

[outro]
own league
own league
own league
you can’t tell me sh-t, i’m in my own league

- travis thompson

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