All praise to my creators
Ashamed I cut straight through the maze they drew on paper
Safe to get from ‘a’ to any other letter
Still afraid of the same love that fed from the breast, uh
She commends me for my best butt
Scared if I don’t reach perfection then it’s less love
Here’s to severed effort when it comes to anything but the pen touching
Couple things I have yet to fess up
How many times I came home high, kept the stench glove
The present tense comes quick, let it swing at all that I fled from
Surprise alright, hold back, I [?] because it’s too much
The rest crumbles
My mother is truly the source of any strength I muster
Yet I still hold it against her husband for every fib I utter, uh huh
Isn’t that funny?
Forget and forgive all of the money
I know there’s a couple hugs that I owe my mom, it’s nothing
It’s nothing
All praise to the creator
All respect due
All praise the ill-saver
All praise to the creator
All respect due and all praise the ill-saver
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TOM (emcee from Australia) Lyrics – 25/08