Tom Solar - Repeat That Please (Outro) lyrics

[Verse 1: Tom Solar] Dirt in, dirt out, that's the way we spin round Always have, on the same route since paper and playgrounds Remember that sh**? Remember when December was lit? Now it's just touch screens and bad communication Single motherf**ers sending emojis in mitts Subzero souls trying to f** on they phones, snowed in at home Catch a bit of sun and the bill collector come Never get their point across to whom or what they point across the room at Too afraid to "see you soon" at, ooh ooh ooh, such a shame the game has been kidnapped by has-beens and been-hads So just lick, roll, fold, flick that mold-of-gold until you fold f** that club, done with the shticks, the rick roll's old I need me some new modes of being if I wanna throw down Especially while the old town is still cold - somewhere below below, burr burr Been bumping so much Gucci Mane I'm starting to feel like a trapstar But that's insincere, I ain't from the hood, never peeled my iris for gun fire But I can still relate to the left behind I'm next in line to not give a f** about the line and step sideways It's my way or the highway I need to go somewhere I can say "hello hello", get my dap on, have a gorgeous face reply back, talk me up, put some back in this lap, off, and back on I'm off and on with living lavish It's only because I'm in the lab most hours After I've made this tapestry of sound and played it loud and louder, I'll have the power like Kanye, or Tony Montana minus the aspect of powder Truth be told I wanna party every day until I arrive in Paradise City, in the afterlife do the same I don't pity no fool, only myself if I lose, but pity ain't on the menu I pray you don't snooze on me Have a little booze on me Break a few rules on me, but don't call the boys in blue on me homie This music I make is illegal; it's simply too dope not to be lethal That's the life of a soloist... Do you Embrace your inner me It's not your enemy Work your feet to the notes in this Funky funky, what's cold?