I'm sorry 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
I’m 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 out of pottery
Bury your bodies on acres of property
Place them at angles like sacred geometry
Down with modesty
Everything I drop is quality
Promise, like honestly, follow me
I ain’t gonna stop with the hits
Come rock with the kid
Like Pac woulda been
I’m a god with the pen, no cops at the crib
Got guap ‘cause I’m awesome at this
Underrated, overpaid, they hate it
Complicated calculations made to rape the paper
Razor-sharp like blades and Freddy versus Jason
Angels in my heart and Satan in the basement
Raisin’ hands and faces what has made me famous
Great imagination, fatal combination
Labels holler 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 want the 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
Waving chainsaws cause yo’ brain chopped
Into eight parts, take yo’ face off
Hit the graveyard on my days off
I just cock, aim, and I spray shots
‘Til yo’ legs lock and your veins pop
In a day’s break 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, cockin’ the garbage
Shotgun and coffee
Slaughtering lots and I’m offering 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 downing the armour and authoring honour
While bombing the targets that karma has missed, hey -
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
