Top Songs By Tom MacDonald
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Tom MacDonald
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Tom MacDonald
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Tom MacDonald
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Honestly, y'all have been killin' my confidence
All of the negative comments and gossip
It's hard to imagine the stress that I'm under
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all of this
I'm sorry for spittin' the truth, sorry for dissin' that dude
Sorry for missin' the point of the criticism, I was blinded by diamonds and loot
I apologize to all you guys, y'all were right, I was out my mind
I went too far, I did too much, the haters were right when they said I suck
I did my best, it did nothin' for me, I gave my guts and got lost in glory
I'm standin' here while you sit before me, there's nothin' left but to say, "I'm sorry"
Sorry, that doesn't bother me, I don't owe anybody an apology
I don't have no regrets in my biology
Reload and shoot for the stars, y'all look like astronomy
No one as hot as me, copy me commonly
Wannabes, y'all are so shockingly comedy
Carry the weight of my songs all on top of me
I will not break, I'm not made outta pottery
Bury your bodies on acres of property
Place 'em at angles like sacred geometry
Done with the modesty, everythin' I drop is quality
Promise, like honestly, follow me
I ain't gonna stop with the hits, come rock with the kid, on lock like 'Pac woulda been
I'm a God with the pen, no concept of quit, got guap 'cause I'm awesome at this
Underrated, overpaid, they hate it, complicated calculations made to rake the paper
Razor-sharp like blades in Freddy versus Jason, angels in my heart and Satan in the basement
Brains and handsome face is what has made me famous, great imagination, fatal combination
Labels holla daily, I've been on vacation, basic translation is, "I don't give a fuck"
Sorry, I got a point of view, it's like a pistol you don't wanna point at you
Y'all are annoyin', dude, y'all are like rats racin' in a gas-chamber, y'all can't avoid the fumes
Y'all in a cage locked, my deranged thoughts are like Ray Charles
Wavin' chainsaws get your brain chopped, into eight parts, 'til your face off
Hit the graveyard on my days off, I just cock, aim, and I spray shots
'Til your legs lock and your veins pop, in a day's work, y'all get laid off
My girl shot every single fuckin' video, my heart wrote every single fuckin' song
Y'all aren't my children, my kids would be indigo, obviously, I'm a fuckin' God
Rock with me, awfully cocky, cock at the goblin? Shotgunnin' coffee
Slaughterin' lots, and I'm offerin' coffins to anyone caught talkin' sloppy about me, yeah
Come rock with the kid, young, poppin' and rich, got dollars, I'm coppin' the drip
I'm donnin' the armor and authorin' honor, while bombin' the targets that karma has missed, ay
Y'all don't comprehend I'm often on the mend
I'm depressed a lot, I've wrecked a lot of people who were friends
I've been anxious, I've had breakdowns that were all inside my head
I regret a lot of things, now I won't stop 'til I'm avenged
Knock-knock, who's there? Y'all fucked around and let death in
I'm John Lennon, I'm Michael Jackson, I'm Cobain, I'm Zeppelin
Your best friends are dead ends, your best bets are far-fetched
You're next-best, I'm a gold trophy, your death threats were ghost stories
Writer(s): Thomas Macdonald
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