Jon Bellion, TUAMIE - Adult Swim lyrics

TUAMIE has developed a new
Hyperbolic time chamber here on Namek
We'll be focusing on the mental
Training starts now, begin

Ooh, I've just been fanning myself
I'm a such a fan of myself
There's levels to the cool like
A fan on a shelf when you blow
They try to gas you like
Fans at the Shell station
God hands me a full plate
But I handle it well
If they don't feel your thoughts
Start dreamin' in braille
They'll try to sell you short 'cause
Their dreams are for sale
They'll say "Get off your podium
Life isn't Nickelodeon"
"Orange you so dumb?" Kenan and Kel, wow
The government leaves an animal trail
So I switch to swiss chard, carrots, and kale
So I'll remember my kid's name
Dementia is a sick game
I'm silencin' the lamb, call
Me Hannibal Failed, yeah
Financial plans should be handled in stealth
I fight to lead a private
Life for my family's health
Got some dinner with art collectors
They started drinkin' Prosecco
When they slipped about their
Level of family wealth
Bunch of actresses downplay how
My records are felt
It's not a mystery to decode
A fan in yourself "This man's on fire
" I can't pretend I'm not talented
For me to fake humble's a
Corny way to be arrogant
Drug dealers still on the corner of Madison
Except they push Pradas and
Red Bottoms to Madisons
Red bottoms for baboons and radishes
I went to Mozambique and saw
A real kind of happiness
So I don't feel guilty when
Nike sends me some packages
We still end up in boxes
Even though we chase packagin', mmm

Mmm, take this, take this
TUAMIE supply the facelift, uh
Take this, take this
TUAMIE supply the facelift
I can't fall off, I got a great grip
Go and find some talent, have a great trip
Uh this Bellion guy's power level is amazing
Uh, take this, take this, TUAMIE
Supply the face lift, mmm prepare to fight
My stance here as a band leader is Pangaea
My heart frío, I'm cold, heater than Cambria
I rock steady, my Johnson's Dwayne heavy
We just erase heroes, I'll
Stan Lee ya, Remini, he the king of Queens
My bars breathe Lebron's Kia
I carry greatness
Statements on spaceship, Haitians get LASIK
Meaning you dread what comes
From my third eye
Blind to the fake shit (Wow)
My tone is gettin' aggressive
I just create for the
Truly gifted of adolescence
My essence becomes the mystery
I instantly become a Pistol Pete in
A sport full of Walt Fraziers
My Kelsey Grammer is somethin' like
Thor with a hammer (Special)
Like Alfred Hitchcock with a camera (Beam)
Just Blaze and Killa Cam with a sample
Both hands on the candle, can't handle it
(Cannon) my channel too hot to
Cancel, my baby's drivin', i'm Ansel
I'm passenger writin' stanzas
I'm holdin' these verses ransom
I'm Hansel Zoolander handsome
TUAMIE supply the face lift

Oh, I have a purpose (I have a purpose)
Oh yeah (I have)

It's all because of (Jesus)
Well done, welcome to Glory Sound Prep
I'm lovin' it all
Here with my brother-in law
Greece is a beautiful place
Food is incredible, awe
We just been playin' some games
Everyone's pickin' a straw
Who gets the longest has gotta go
Tell the butler to call
Uh, haha, for more alcohol
Wait, we told the locals that
We'd go and play basketball
But they don't want the business
Plus, I drank from the flask we bought
Now everything is spinnin'
Then we laugh it off
Ooh, it's Whoopi Goldberg the way
That my sisters act up, uh
They had some champagne
Now everybody's laughing
Movies 'bout paradise
And my family got the casting
If you dove into the tears of my eyes
You'd hear this instrumental
Jesus was instrumental in blessing my mental
Every time I drove a car
Coulda twisted the metal
Yeah, all the things on my wish
List, God has given in triplets, uh
I'm on an island where opiates
Go to rich kids and then they pass away
That's called death over the privilege
Yeah, I never wanna be famous
Stop callin' me underrated
I'm still pushin' the same whip
I was drivin' in Sachem, uh
Peace in my life
It's on some As-salamu alaykum
I'm makin' certain decisions
I'm flyin' under the radar
I really love my life and this
Music thing is a great job
Yeah, pick up the phone and
Someone tells me, "Mr bellion, sir
Beyoncé on the line
She tryna reach you on your cellular"
She wanted "Fall In Line, " but
We gave it to Aguilera, uh
I hope it's the right decision
Bey wanted it for the twins she signed
I hope I didn't burn that bridge
I worry all the time
I'm just tryna show these kids
About this light of mine i always flex
But I realize that it's divine appointment
I'm a cross between hard
Work and Jesus-anointed
I hope the sinner that needed
Grace is the final notion
For the rest of my life
You'll see me on the L-I double R
With a Heineken in my bag
On my way to the Garden
Tryin' to kill your nephews like
I been fuckin' with Scar
Me lyin' down on the job
Is Nala option at all, uh
On my way to the Garden, uh, uh
On my way to the, uh, uh, uh, uh
On my way to the Gar