#MeSeason

[Intro]
"Wow um, I don’t know what to say, it’s feeling like Me Season, right now
I feel so bad for anybody who doesn’t fuck with me
Umm mute me, Block me, whatever you need to do
Cus it’s a me season right now
It’s my time"

[Verse]
Somebody take my picture
You silly if you think I ain’t the ilk of Little Richard
A rockstar, rock so hard, they catch me on the Richter
Divine, shine like something out of the scripture
Don’t believe me ask your bitch, sir
If only y’all got stipends for the hater shit
Them dues owed you could prolly pay them shits
Ain’t have the money, so I built skill instead
Built a life with what they left me for dead
Now it’s Big T, the one man band man
Can’t even sleep on me if you Mr. Sandman
Hedonistic, spend all night dancing
Ain’t no higher virtue than jamming
Ya doing bad
All that ass kissing got your upper lip stinking, it’s sad
I innovate, they hate, or give chase
My bloom too boom to fit in vase
Black as the vastness of space
I’m all vibes, good times, and God’s grace
Turn it high just to keep you moving
Harlem boy, I don’t even need music
No music
No music
No music
“Imma do the best I can with what I got”

[Bridge]
Round and round we go
Where we’ll end up I don’t know
All these highs and lows
That’s what makes the show

[Chorus]
Let’s make sweet music
I need a theme, man
It’s Me Season

[Break]
“Still on my pimp shit bitch
YGF: Young, Gifted and Flee”

[Refrain]
I ain’t free enough
I ain’t me enough
I ain’t free enough
I ain’t me enough
Did you know that I can fly?

[Outro]
I’m finna dance until tomorrow
Don’t you stop the music