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mano a mano - tim the messiah trudel lyrics

yo, here’s a song about being broke as sh*t, and having nothin’ to do about it. (ha ha) ugh, life. yeah, let’s do this

[1st verse]
who’s that man coming through?
look fly, but kinda dime*a*dozen, too?
no impression that he makes money move
cuz i don’t, i’m broke. what i’m gonna do? i’m
gettin’ my threads at the vv!
hopin’ that n0body sees me
but i keep ending up on tv, so i
gotta look good when the queen sees
yo, how do you get dressed for shy of ten dollars?
that feeling in your chest of pride i just swallow
need to impress, but my am i borrowed
up to my neck and fightin’ my sorrows
tryin’ to turn change into cigarettes
startin’ that chain is a big regret
cuz every pay it takes a fifth of the check
and i can’t f*cking quit, i’ve checked. yeah, cuz
being broke’ll break ya
being broke’ll take ya to
unimaginable places where
they take your basal ganglia yeah they
never care for you, don’t expect ‘em to
n0body around here’s got no respect for you
only way forward is to hold your breath and do
what you gotta to tread water til the boats are gettin’ you, but
what were you assuming?
what’d you think you’d be doing?
i don’t know, but at least i thought i’d be moving
didn’t know that this place was all*consuming
know what? you want something? f*cking sue me
you won’t get nothing. sock it to me!
didn’t think this was how god would do me
sh*t is like a monstah movie, cuz

[hook]
i got no cheddar, no gouda
no grana padano
but there ain’t no man i’m a fan of
that i won’t go mano a mano
wanna go tascam to fantano
ain’t a bad my plan fo the pano
gather ’round as i unravel
the mind of the savagest animal
no cheddar, no gouda
no grana padano
but there ain’t no man i’m a fan of
that i won’t go mano a mano
wanna go tascam to fantano
ain’t a bad my plan fo the pano
gather ’round as i unravel
the mind of the savagest animal

[2nd verse]
tim is looking fresher and fresher
now that i am nestled in pressures
all the f*cking messes and ‘yes sir’s
why the f*cking questions and lectures?
who the f*ck is benefitting from this?
i’m not getting anything from this
but evermore enemies on lists
am i ever gonna end them? honest*
ly i don’t
f*cking know
but i can’t talk like that o’er mics
cuz it’s all a f*cking show, right?
pretentious peac*cking and posturing
these peasants are precocious in copying
preposterous impossible offerings
got the lot of ya offering to pop me
f*ck it! i guess i should just
shut it. it’d be nice to bite the dust
what if, i said bye and just
cut it off like the 9/11 jumpers?
f*ck you, you don’t get to cry for a thing you lost
when that thing is me and it’s only cuz of what life with you cost
that’s right ya heard: eat the d*ck
and just make sure that it’s meaty and thick
f*ck you i ain’t pc when i quip
imma shoot off like a piece at the hip
and deconstruct your spectrum homie
when i people come i wreck ‘em homie
take a peep at the one you messed with homie
cuz he ain’t got nothin’ left, that’s right

[hook]
i got no cheddar, no gouda
no grana padano
but there ain’t no man i’m a fan of
that i won’t go mano a mano
wanna go tascam to fantano
ain’t a bad my plan fo’ the pano’
gather ’round as i unravel
the mind of the savagest animal
no cheddar, no gouda
no grana padano
but there ain’t no man i’m a fan of
that i won’t go mano a mano
wanna go tascam to fantano
ain’t a bad my plan fo’ the pano’
gather ’round as i unravel
the mind of the savagest animal

[3rd verse]
being broke’ll break ya
being broke’ll take ya
way past the edge and leave you in a spiral
if i can’t stay here where the f*ck do i go?
it’s not my fault that max would buy coke
but couldn’t do math what the f*ck do i know?
leave? it’s minus twenty*five, rollie
you know if i do that i’m gonna f*cking die, rollie
but f*ck it, wanna f*ck sh*t? evict me
imma find some f*ckers that get me
for once i’m gonna have someone with me
or the fuzz is gonna have to come get me
i see free rent in a prison
mental and dental and vision
if you see me with a trenchcoat, it’s given
that i’m out of sense (cents)

- tim the messiah trudel lyrics

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