Everything's Good - Tommy

No, no, no, no.

I told ya, I know you need it now, so next week I promise you

I’ll have you hooked up, ok?

Oh, alright.

I just wanted to say thank you for, uh, everything.

For the, the computer, the t-shirts, and all the other stuff

You know, Chance.

Let me tell you something.

You know, I could never be more

proud of anything in my life, you know, than I am of you and what you’ve done.

Chance, you have done remarkable and wondrous things, so you don’t have to

tell me thank you for anything.

I’m supposed to do this, that stuff for you

anyway, and ya know, just keep doing what you’re doing.

I am very,

very proud of you.

Just keep doing what you’re doing, okay?

Thank you, love you

Alright, son.

Love you too, take care

Alright, bye-bye

Thanks for coming guys

'Member sittin' in class the first time listening to Dilla

Everything’s good

Rubbin' on yo chin, sippin gin, Margiela brand chinchilla

Everything’s good

My manager backpack packed with packs of cigarillos

And some fruit snacks, and some killers

Phone numbers on speed dial, call them, save monkey guerillas

Everything’s good

I ain’t really that good at goodbyes

I ain’t really that bad at leaving

I ain’t really always been a good guy, I used to be thirsty thievin'

Runnin through purses, even persons leave 'em hurtin', bleedin'

I ain’t really help the helpless

I used to be worse than worthless

Now I’m worth hooks and verses

I’m good like books in churches

Harolds and Hooks and Churches

Everything’s good

See my name when you Google search it

Use a card when I make a purchase

Everything’s good

But I knew I was fly when I was just a caterpillar

That I’d make it even if I never make a milla

When I meet my maker he gon' make sure that we chillin'

And everything’s good

I ain’t really that good at goodnight, I ain’t really that bad at sleepin'

With bad bitches, put 'em aside, I used to be thirsty creeping

Now I’m out working evenings, birthdays, even Tuesdays

Wednesdays, Thursdays, weekends, rehearsing verses, murdering merch and events

Damn it feel good to be a gangsta

And it feel good for me to thank you

Put money back in your bank account

Off of songs I barely could think up

'Cause a lot of songs niggas gon' make up

Make sense, but they never gon' make a sound

And I’m better than I was the last time, crescendo

Thanks Justin, lending them pencils

Mr. Menzies, Mensa, Chris Minto

The time I beat Chris on Nintendo

Na-na-na, hey, hey, good intro

Remember jacket shoppin' after listening to Thriller

Remember the first time you heard this through and thought, «Damn that’s that

nigga»

Everything’s good