TOM MACDONALD - UNCENSORED

Lyrics from AZLyrics: My generation's afraid of opinions, y'all so intolerant They're ashamed of themselves 'cause they're privileged and white or they're black and the opposite You get charged with harassment for hugging a woman or giving a compliment Y'all way too sensitive yet, offended to death, bring all the coffins in I swear that y'all are mad at everything that don't affect your lives (hey) I swear that y'all believe that being offended just means that you're right (hey) I swear that y'all just want to be the only ones who everyone likes (hey) I swear if I swear at you ninnies you probably so triggered you'd cry And nobody want to be real Everyone's scared of how everyone feels We've become so ultrasensitive and hyper-tolerant that honestly honesty's gon be illegal It's crazy y'all get so shocked and bothered from people saying things that aren't responsible If that seems logical, y'all are weak then If someone says retard it ruins your weekend And that's retarded My hair been in braids 'cause it looks hella awesome Y'all like to scream I appropriate culture but I don't hear nothing, I'm paying homage Y'all are just trying to get likes on your comments Googling quotes that are socially conscious And saying you're woke doesn't make you a prophet, it makes you a liar and stupid obnoxious Always on that blah blah, y'all should keep it to yourselves Miss me with that drama, you must think I'm someone else 'Cause y'all don't wanna fuck with me 'Cause I don't feel the pressure, no I will not be censored I'm not afraid that's why they fuck with me My name will be remembered, and I will live forever I bet y'all hate that y'all are stuck with me Happy Halloween, for one evening only you wear what you want Unless it's a poncho or head-dress or afro, you'll piss someone off I'd say "Merry Christmas" but I know that it's 'bout to be gone If religious freedom's such a dire issue why you dressed like a priest in October for fun? Don't let 'em censor your thoughts Don't let 'em make you regret that you talked Don't let 'em tell you that nice is the lot, trying to make you all righter when nothing is wrong, yeah Words hurt you, clothes hurt you, memes hurt you, jokes hurt you, weed hurts you Half the time you don't even probably know what hurts you But you super mad, trust we heard you You a pawn in a broken system Are you triggered much? You've been showing symptoms Y'all are so addicted to being hopeless victims, y'all could crash a plane and blame the road conditions And your only sickness is your social vision Makes you scared of choices but you pro decision So you march a lot but never go the distance, yelling way to loud until no one listens Always on that blah blah, y'all should keep it to yourselves Miss me with that drama, you must think I'm someone else 'Cause y'all don't wanna fuck with me 'Cause I don't feel the pressure, no I will not be censored I'm not afraid that's why they fuck with me My name will be remembered, and I will live forever I bet y'all hate that y'all are stuck with me "You look like the devil," you sound like some Christians You just want a medal for asking permission You just want a pat on the back in addition to being so tolerant Fine I admit it You're nice or you're better, you're right or you're brilliant Most sensitive creatures in all of existence My freedom of thoughts should be censored, imprisoned, the world would be better if we weren't so different Always on that blah blah, y'all should keep it to yourselves Miss me with that drama, you must think I'm someone else 'Cause y'all don't wanna fuck with me 'Cause I don't feel the pressure, no I will not be censored I'm not afraid that's why they fuck with me My name will be remembered, and I will live forever I bet y'all hate that y'all are stuck with me

Let Me Go Lyrics off The Brave album Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun

Revenge off The Brave album Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun

We All Got Some Things lyrics off The Brave album Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun

Produced by: Tom MacDonald Lyrics by AZLyrics.com Yeah, let me break it down for every single doubter You're afraid of what I'm doin', you're a coward All your favorite rappers doin' downers and you make em' feel empowered Till their fertilizin' soil pushin' flowers, yeah What do Lil' Wayne, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz all have in common? They make a livin' off gangster rap, but they all went to college It's all just marketing strategy so you empty your wallet Endorsing vodka to make a buck and make you alcoholics They make you stupid with xanex, that make you broke with designers They use the music to confuse the youth and influence minors Isn't funny how these rappers went from fightin' the power To buy a gun and sell some drugs in just a matter of hours They turn the students to felons that just get fed to the system 'Cause there are people makin' fortunes off of privatized prisons They objectify women till they're all that you crave So you don't realize there's more to life than just gettin' laid You think you're happy but you're really just so caught in the game That you don't realize you're wasting all your money to play They give your rappers wit' rainbow hair who wear clothes like your girlfriend To emasculate the men who emulate all the urban trends Got you wearin' pretty dresses and heels And poppin' pills like you really know how the pressure can feel Y'all er just some posers, dyin' for acceptance and exposure Tryin' to be the rappers on the posters All I hear is "New chain, big house fast cars" So boring! And all of that is lies man, it's so corny Death threats comin' every other day for me But I don't believe a word, that shit is ghost stories Hi my name is Tom MacDonald, welcome to the show If you are easily offended then you probably should go My resolution to losers who my new music is triggered And just a million views on YouTube gets two big middle fingers I don't apologize or comprise, I quantify the figures Guess I'm optimized for makin' a killin' and gettin' but bigger Had the fire all along, I needed fuel and a flicker To light the fuse to the mixture of the rumors and liquor They got nothin' else to do but try to cut me with scissors But what's a blade to a building made out of iron and pillars,[1:50] Go ahead and cry me a river, 'cause I've been dying to go swimmin' And I'm designed to find it funny when they wine 'cause I'm winnin' I just tell the truth, it's up to you, too love or dismiss it I'm just pointing out what I feel that the game has been missin' And every time I open my mouth up you get offended You say the talk is cheap, but then you act like it's expensive You can't afford to speak your mind afraid to get rejected By some strangers on the internet who's lives are all pathetic I was surrounded by people who just pretend to be down And then I blew up off of record, no one's friends with me now I've realized that my potentials so intensely profound That there was bound to be some haters gettin' caught in the crowd I won't to apologize for anything I said or I'll say If you're allergic to opinions, you should just walk away Don't give a shit about your arguments and fuck your complaints I'd love to have you in my audience just know it isn't safe White people are the biggest fucking assholes on the planet But even still I swear I'm sick to death of hearing it You're not a model you're a waitress And the man taking your picture Is a pervert with a camera and no photography experience You cry about gorillas getting shot inside a zoo And then take photos on your phone when someone's dying next to you You only care about each other if that means I'll get some views And you can say that I'm a dick but what I'm saying is just the truth There's a disconnect between the things you feel and what's said 'Cause you're afraid of what they'll think, so you don't say what you meant If be true to myself means that I'll lose their respect Then I'll stand my ground like both my feet are stuck in cement I was raised to keep my feelings thoughts and words all consistent If your censorin' your heart, then what's the reason for living I don't need their approval to validate my position And I don't need to be accepted, never asked for permission They attacked me from behind and tried to silence the vision Tried to kill me with fire and from the ashes I've risen My motivation won't expire, I don't get tired I get driven If they don't like it then they're not required to comment and listen They just hide behind their keyboards, tryin' to find the ambition To go make something of their life while they die for attention /END

Big thanks for my subscribers for suggesting this. I've been pretty sick lately and forgot Tom's new release. This is track 7 off his new CD Ghostories Lyrics: [Verse 1] I'm the king of the town I shit on it like I own this place But i just walk along quietly And when I’m out I keep my head down 'cause they know my face I hope that nobody finds me [Pre-Chorus] I'm a rockstar Saw me on the cop car Heard me screaming "Whiteboy" Mama I done got far I got hella money Everything I want Everybody loves me I'm not having fun Living a good life In a bad way Looking for good times Finding the bad things [Chorus] Everything is great Go ahead and check my page Got another million views Got another million plays yeah I'm so fucking famous Put me on your playlist Yeah I'll sign your CD Want a picture take it Everything is fake Like the smile that's on my face Like this grill and like these chains I am everything I hate, but I'm so fucking famous I'm a fucking rockstar Dad I fucking hate this Mama I done got far [Verse 2] I feel like I'm falling apart I've been beaten but it's not my heart I'm lost in the dark My hand out in front of my face I'm feeling for anything hard I reach with my arms The walls and the ceilings are far And I'm bleeding surrounded by sharks I just need a spark To see if the demons I'm fleeing have followed me here from the start (I scream at the stars) I'm dreaming of speaking with God When I'm sleeping it ends with alarms I'm feeding my scars With secrets I'm keeping so deeply It's squeezing the blood from my heart There's a person in me getting lost in the trees 'Till I'm up on the stage and I freeze I just need a car and a key I will start it and leave When I'm far then I'll get out and scream [Pre-Hook] I'm a rockstar Saw me on the cop car Heard me screaming "Whiteboy" Mama I done got far I got hella money Everything I want Everybody loves me I'm not having fun Living a good life In a bad way Looking for good times Finding the bad things [Hook] Everything is great Go ahead and check my page Got another million views Got another million plays yeah I'm so fucking famous Put me on your playlist Yeah I'll sign your CD Want a picture take it Everything is fake Like the smile that's on my face Like this grill and like these chains I am everything I hate, but I'm so fucking famous I'm a fucking rockstar Dad I fucking hate this Mama I done got far

Lyrics From MusixMatch Look, Donald Trump isn't as bad as they say he is He really only tryna make America great again The Bible's just a book for people scared to be atheist Did we land on the moon? I mean, maybe they fakin' it The earth could be flat, the presidents could be aliens And Americans might even be nicer than Canadians Unpopular opinions got us caught up into craziness And hatin' one another but we're all just homo-sapiens Someone's always gonna hate you no matter what Might as well just be yourself and let people think you suck Opinions are like buttholes everyone got one they cover up And all you gotta do is follow through when you yellin' that you don't give a fuck I ain't lettin' anyone piss in my Cornflakes Stay the hell out my face and I will stay out of your way I know that life is cruel and lately it ain't fair at all You hate your job Your phone is lost, there's evil men and racist cops Yeah, I don't care if you are black or white or gay or straight Or old or young or smart or dumb Or where you're from or what you make The only thing I care about is livin' like I'm not afraid Of dyin' while I'm sleepin', so I seize it while I'm still awake We're so angry, hatin' everyone we don't know We can't even take a joke, we should really let it go And be happy, stop talkin' shit on our phones And blockin' everyone we know, we been bein' buttholes Maybe the feds killed Biggie and Pac Maybe the Ku Klux Klan just needs some love and a hug Maybe 911 really was an inside job And the Christians are right - homosexuality's wrong Or the Illuminati really want the best for the people And abortions are murder so they should just be illegal 'Cause I don't know That's all I'm sayin', these opinions drive us crazy Got us fightin' so much lately we're divided from our neighbors Someone's always gonna hate you no matter what Might as well just be yourself and let people think you suck Opinions are like buttholes everyone got one they cover up And all you gotta do is follow through When you yellin' that you don't give a fuck I ain't lettin' anyone piss in my Cornflakes Stay the hell out my face and I will stay out of your way I know that bein' you is harder than it sounds You're the only one who can, so be you and do you proud Yeah, I don't care if you are black or white or gay or straight Or old or young or smart or dumb Or where you're from or what you make The only thing I care about is livin' like I'm not afraid Of dyin' while I'm sleepin', so I seize it while I'm still awake We're so angry, hatin' everyone we don't know We can't even take a joke, we should really let it go And be happy, stop talkin' shit on our phones And blockin' everyone we know, we been bein' buttholes Everyone a butthead, everyone end up dead Everybody upset, everybody blood red Everybody feels like no one cares Everything is fucked up, everything is tough luck I have had enough dumb, everybody shut up Everybody thinks that life ain't fair Shut up We're so angry, hatin' everyone we don't know We can't even take a joke, we should really let it go And be happy, stop talkin' shit on our phones And blockin' everyone we know, we been bein' buttholes We're so angry, hatin' everyone we don't know We can't even take a joke, we should really let it go And be happy, stop talkin' shit on our phones And blockin' everyone we know, we been bein' buttholes. PRODUCED BY Tom MacDonald DIRECTED & SHOT by NOVA ROCKAFELLER http://www.instagram.com/NovaRockafeller MIXED & MASTERED by Evan Morgan www.evanmorganproductions.com www.facebook.com/EvanMorganProductions www.instagram.com/EMorganProductions

AZLyrics: We're making murderers famous, They kill a bunch of kids and get on all the front pages I don't know none of the victims, I know the guns in the system From that the ones who are dangerous It's become entertainment, We got T-shirts and posters covered in murderers' faces We got movies getting made we're trained, killers the saviors And parents leaving kids alone at home with guns in the basement Would you pull me from a burning car Run to get your phone so you can film it yelling World Star A gun don't make a soldier with a purple heart, A gun can not protect us if we don't know where are morals are Students fill the classes and the graves And you claim it's a conspiracy to take your guns away All the while the families torn apart and trying to ask Why their sun deserved to die at his desk in his class We don't want a politician making money off a bullet holes They're digging our graves, the home of the brave has gone up in flames Give a fuck about the system, we're not doing what we're told The land of the free is armed to the teeth. American Dreamz Were distracted by free porn And compilation videos of puppies and kittens While our children use the internet to bully one anther And then purchase ammunition So addicted to your phone that you ignore the kids and never give them any supervision So they learn to build a bomb with things you keep inside your kitchen And you wonder how they ended up with life inside a prison We mourned a dead gorilla but don't care when it's a person We're forgetting that were human We're angry that chickens are being locked up in cages And then forget we do the same to kids in our institutions When they ask you about stupid shit you tell them they should google it Then you wonder why the troubled youth are homicidal lunatics You think it's tragic when a shooter kill a student But then say it's all a plan for them to change the constitution We don't want a politician making money off a bullet holes They're digging our graves, the home of the brave has gone up in flames Give a fuck about the system, we're not doing what we're told The land of the free is armed to the teeth. American Dreamz Yesterday will be the same shit as tomorrow If we don't wake up today We don't want a politician making money off a bullet holes They're digging our graves, the home of the brave has gone up in flames Give a fuck about the system, we're not doing what we're told The land of the free is armed to the teeth. American Dreamz As Requested. It was a little rushed, I hope everything looks great!

Lyrics From MusixMatch: I'm not a rapper, come and grip grade I don't need to do reaction's To get views okay i said it Not a label rapper, Im way too offensive Go ahead and call me clickbait I made millions independent I'm not a mumble rapper Ya'll understand every single word I'm not takin' xanax Rappin' 'bout Money, Liqour and girls Not a soundcloud rapper I got hits you actually have heard I exist outside the internet Got shows around the world Not a boomer rapper I'm not stuck in 1990 I like Wu-tang, but that vibe Is kinda old and grimy Not a conscious rapper, Auto's rapper Sound like SJ dubs Not a gangster rapper cool enough Without being a thug I'm not country rap, I don't play guitar I don't drive a truck, I don't chew tabacco get the chevie stuck 10 feet of mud I'm not horrorcore, I don't paint ma face I don't trip, I can only be myself And i am Tom Macdonald bitch I think i gotta let them know Ay, Ay, Ay And let me say it from a show man I hate Hip Hop! How dare you call me a rapper But now these rappers don't have nothin' left to say I hate Hip Hop! It's for the liars with necklaces These little rappers 'bout as real as they name I hate Hip Hop! Keep the glits and the glamour Cuz all these rapper's are puttin' Kids in they graves I hate Hip Hop! The whole culture is cancer They'd kill their momma for some clout and a chain I'm not a mainstream rapper I think they're pathetic I don't compermise my vision Just so i can sell some records I'm not underground Tha means it's hard to sell it I've got masterpiece love masterbeing catchy with a message I'm not whiteboy rapper Actually got that Juice and call the vibe Pumpin' Eminem, Don't mean that all you boomers really rhyme Not a corny rapper Spittin' every song in double time Say so much, and don't say nothin' Bunch of garbage in your lines Not a lil rapper I don't auto-tune in every song I ain't makin' tunes exclusively by drinkin' at the club Not a candy rapper I ain't makin' albums full off pop I ain't Macklemore or logic Lil dicky or Asher Roth I ain't emo rap I ain't sheddin' tears I don't cut myself I don't romanticize suicide up on mental health I ain't back-pack rap that's my grandad's rap Please don't take this as a diss I'm just Tom Macdonald bitch I think i gotta let them know Ay, Ay, Ay And let me say it from a show man I hate Hip Hop! How dare you call me a rapper But now these rappers don't have nothin' left to say I hate Hip Hop! It's for the liars with necklaces These little rappers 'bout as real as they name I hate Hip Hop! Keep the glits and the glamour Cuz all these rapper's are puttin' Kids in they graves I hate Hip Hop! The whole culture is cancer They'd kill their momma for some clout and a chain Im so used of hearin' people hate I get it Hip Hop hates me, and i hate it too It's been this way forever I don't move like them I'll never be accepted I got rich without a co-sign I will hold you cuz you're jealous I don't want the clout I don't need a friend Y'all can keep your beats Never signed a deal so every dollar goes to me I been humble Ain't been flexin' Ain't been showin' out my blessings Maybe y'all should take a second to make sure y'all get the message I'm in beast mode Check the teeth cloth I don't need dough Everything is Vendi, Gucci, Sace Louis V oh Nothin' new to me, no Too much green to keep, bro Hundredthousand Dollars every hour That i sleep for I don't talk about it cuz the way my momma raised me good All these rappers hate me If they don't I'll say they maybe should H-O-G the army They say crazy, He's as crazy tho So watch yourself, Blood on our hands I'll botherrush, We bath in blood I hate Hip Hop! How dare you call me a rapper But now these rappers don't have nothin' left to say I hate Hip Hop! It's for the liars with necklaces These little rappers about as real as they name I hate Hip Hop! Keep the glits and the glamour Cuz all these rapper's are puttin' Kids in they graves I hate Hip Hop! The whole culture is cancer They'd kill their momma for some clout and a chain

Tom MacDonald - WHITEBOY Original Music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxJtX... Uncensored Video Lyrics from AZLyrics: I cannot feel guilty for shit that I didn't do But I can understand the reasons why you think that I should Yeah I'm white but I never put your neck in no noose And I never burnt a cross or hid my face with a hood You can't just label me racist 'cause I'm related to people Who did some terrible shit way back before I was alive My parents brought me up to treat everyone as an equal I refuse to feel ashamed 'cause of my pretty blue eyes Fuck a nazi, fuck a white supremacist Fuck anyone who labels me as that because of my family genetics The hatred for Caucasians is so fucking pathetic Go be proud that you're black, but don't hate me for some credit I'm not the white devil, neo-nazi, cop tryna pull the trigger You can call me what you want but I'd still never say ___ The white race as a whole ain't the enemy There's racist white people but we're far from that collectively White boy, don't say that White boy, oh you so bad White boy you wish you were black White boy, hey white boy White boy, white noise Sayin' shit I can't say with my white voice White boys, white lies Don't tell me how to see it through my white eyes If a black man is sippin' on some Cognac sitting next to me I don't assume that every blacks favorite drink is Hennessy I don't dislike Tanesha cause her first name isn't Stephanie Not only is that wrong, it's a fucking waste of energy Ivory or ebony, 45 or 17, we all bleed the same Martin Luther King or Kennedy They're angry I'm recitin' the facts He white and he raps, and stole the culture right from the blacks Okay, he's fire but we lit the flame, he's siphoning gas So fuck this corny little honky, man, the whitey is wack You letting history perpetuate the hatred within And then you paint me with the brush You painted slave owners with Yeah White boy, don't say that White boy, oh you so bad White boy you wish you were black White boy, hey white boy White boy, white noise Sayin' shit I can't say with my white voice White boys, white lies Don't tell me how to see it through my white eyes I got a mother, a father, a sister, an auntie and uncle And a grandma that I picture when you're openly hatin' And God willing one day, I'll have a kid of my own I refuse to let you blindly hate my wife or my baby So go ahead and hate the racists, I pray for their extinction If you wanna hate the white people, just make a distinction Between the ones who want the best for everyone regardless And the ones who built the system just to smother you with hardship Stop before you say it, I know what you been thinking Hows a straight white male in 2018 bitching You're making me the villain by demonizing my race For things I didn't do and decisions I didn't make No one that I call a friend has ever owned a slave And neither did our dad's, or our dads dad's, for fuck sakes Acknowledging atrocities were wrongly committed Is all that I can offer when I'm wrongly convicted I would never hate a man for what God gave him in pigments And I would never plot against him just because he is different I would never judge a human for the cards he was given or Call them lesser than myself cause of the race that he's mixed with White people that you hate aren't your neighbors or lawyers They're the Rockafellers, Rothschilds, Bushes, and royals They're the people who monopolize the water and oil And injected your communities with drugs 'til they spoil Got no patience for nazis, I think they're better off dead They're fighting hatred with hatred makin' the hate more intense I don't want nothing to do with either side of the fence So don't blindly attack me for wearing braids on my head Hate the people who believe you put yourselves in the ghetto Hate the ones who teach they children you ain't shit cause they said so Hate the ones who think you're all the same and judge you profusely 'Cause the way that you're portrayed on our news and in movies Bein' white and bein' racist aren't the same man, I promise Know it's hard to tell the difference if I'm just being honest I deserve the chance to show you I'm not part of the problem And you owe it to yourselves, we got so much in common White boy, don't say that White boy, oh you so bad White boy you wish you were black White boy, hey white boy White boy, white noise Sayin' shit I can't say with my white voice White boys, white lies Don't tell me how to see it through my white eyes

Lyrics by genius.com [Intro] 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" [Verse 1] 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 [Unlock?] 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!" [Verse 2] 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 8 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 [Cock at the goblin?], 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 [Outro] 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 WRITTEN & PRODUCED by TOM MACDONALD

LYRICS [Verse 1] Please don't make a song on race Please don't make a song on guns Please don't rap 'bout girls and chains Please don't rap 'bout doin' drugs Please don't sell out, please don't fail us Please don't kill yourself and blame us Please don't blow up, please get better Please stay underground forever Please don't let the money change you Please be good with what you've made Please remain who you were when we found you half way in your grave Are you depressed again? Write about it, please explain 'Cause when you feel like dyin', that shit just helps me through my day [Pre-Chorus] Look I ain't changin' for a buck, I ain't changin' for a fan I ain't changin' nothin' up this is who the fuck I am If you fuck with me I'll hope y'all enjoy it Beware of all the fake fans tryin' to destroy it, yeah [Chorus] I am switchin' it up, I am the man that I was Way before I blew up, and everyone fell in love Never once gave a fuck, been doin' me from the jump And I will never become the man you wish I was [Post-Chorus] You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my mama (Yeah) You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my boss (Woo) You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my papa (Yeah) You ain't the Jesus on the cross (God bless you though) [Verse 2] Please don't use auto-tune 'cause you sound great, I love your voice Please don't drink to kill the pain, you sobered up and made that choice Please don't stop responding to my comments if you took it wrong Please don't ever come down off that pedestal I put you on Please don't contradict yourself and make songs with those famous rappers Please just barely pay your rent, I'll buy your t-shirt, autograph it Please don't ever change your style, or cut your hair, or switch your side Do that and I'll leave you, please just stay the same until you die [Pre-Chorus] Look I ain't changin' for a buck, I ain't changin' for a fan I ain't changin' nothin' up, this is who the fuck I am If you fuck with me I'll hope y'all enjoy it Beware of all the fake fans tryin' to destroy it, yeah [Chorus] I am switchin' it up, I am the man that I was Way before I blew up, and everyone fell in love Never once gave a fuck, been doin' me from the jump And I will never become the man you wish I was [Post-Chorus] You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my mama (Yeah) You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my boss (Woo) You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my papa (Yeah) You ain't the Jesus on the cross (God bless you though) [Verse 3] Please don't talk about politics, please don't talk about God Please don't get no more tattoos, I think you've got a lot Please don't disagree with me I only want the best for you I only want what I agree with, I don't want the rest of you Please take shots at mumble rappers, I love it when you make those records Please don't talk about mental health I have never had depression I only like your songs that when I listen I can relate The rest of your music is just rappin' that I really hate [Pre-Chorus] Look I ain't changin' for a buck, I ain't changin' for a fan I ain't changin' nothin' up, this is who the fuck I am If you fuck with me I'll hope y'all enjoy it Beware of all the fake fans tryin' to destroy it, yeah [Chorus] I am switchin' it up, I am the man that I was Way before I blew up, and everyone fell in love Never once gave a fuck, been doin' me from the jump And I will never become the man you wish I was [Post-Chorus] You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my mama (Yeah) You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my boss (Woo) You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my papa (Yeah) You ain't the Jesus on the cross (God bless you though) [Bridge] If y'all are triggered bro whatcha listen for I don't get it bro act invisible Y'all are fucked though I ain't switchin' bro, nothin's different though If you can't stand the heat then get the fuck up out the kitchen bro [Chorus] I am switchin' it up, I am the man that I was Way before I blew up, and everyone fell in love Never once gave a fuck, been doin' me from the jump And I will never become the man you wish I was [Post-Chorus] You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my mama You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my boss You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my papa, yeah You ain't the Jesus on the cross (God bless you though) [Outro] If y'all are triggered bro whatcha listen for I don't get it bro act invisible Y'all are fucked though I ain't switchin' bro, nothin's different though If you can't stand the heat then get the fuck up out the kitchen bro

Lyrics by misuxmatch.com Lately everyone been talkin' crazy Feel like everybody's got some shit to say They misinterpreted my good intentions And expected I was just gon' step away If there's a heart that pumps and there's a breath to take Then I won't bite my tongue as long as I'm awake And they don't have the guts to make a dumb mistake I'd rather crash a car than ever touch the brakes I built this fuckin' house They the kind of people that be dyin' for exposure They the kind of people that get mad and lose composure They the kind of people that are never goin' forward They are just the ones, the ones that are lookin' for apologies Hatin' real loud but they follow me Screamin' at the top of their lungs I'm the scum of the Earth In the same damn breath, tryna preach about equality Back before I wrote the song on race They all ignored that I had something great They tried to edge me out, they didn't hear my bars They tried to tell me that I wasn't built for fame Fast-forward to when I'm fuckin' paid I ain't spent a dollar on no fuckin' chain I'll get my mom a house, I'll get my dad a car I'll make my sister rich, she'll never work again And this hater shit is so underwhelmin' I'm conditioned for all of the abuse Seein' the reaction videos all blowin' up And you're welcome for all of the views Blow up my Twitter, y'all just keep makin' me bigger Y'all just keep showin' you're triggered Y'all just keep missin' the point and I keep doin' me Y'all ain't nothin' to even consider Man I built this fuckin' house I'm the kind of person makin' music with a purpose You the kind of people that be hatin' on the surface I'm the kind that you ain't used to, the kind to make you nervous, yeah Back before I even wrote the record I could see this comin' like a fortune-teller And a calm sea don't make a skilled sailor So I thank the heavens for the stormy weather Okay, fast-forward to when we're old and gray I'll be lookin' back at when they posted hate And it will hurt a bit, but it was worth it when Your dream is gettin' heard no matter what they say I tried conveyin' that I love us all And the way I did it left 'em so appalled I used a broken arm to try and break their walls No matter what they say they know it took balls I surveyed the land and I found a location Unloaded the lumber and pounded the stakes in I blended the bones of the people who hated With blood and cement then I poured the foundation I built the frame with all my guilt and shame And then I chiseled my name and the date in the basement I carved my initials in all of the boards and the beams That are needed for structural greatness No record label, no distribution No co-sign, no publicists No manager, no teammates No money to make up my budget with No groceries, no studio No bookin' agent, no bucket list No PR and no marketin' Just fans Man we built this fuckin' house When my days end and it's vacant And they bury me with that only key My biggest fan's gonna break in With a Ouija board and box of chalk Draw a pentagram, hail Satan Try to bring me back from that wooden box Y'all tried to fill my grave with Then they'll sit on the roof with the rifles I hid in the fridge And they'll shoot at the men on the ridge Who are comin' to undo the work that I did Then they'll block-off the highway that leads to the crib And put sensors on all of the boards on the bridge So they know when they're comin' to empty the clip Then they'll gut all the bodies and cut off the skin Then connect all the pieces with needles and pins And attach it to ten feet of branches and twigs And then plant it in mud 'til it stands in the wind And they'll stand there and look at the shit that we did That we'd never imagined we'd do 'cause of them Our blood and sweat and tears went into what we built 'til we were begged So we used blood and sweat and tears of enemies to build our flag We built this house, we laid these bricks We set these traps, these flames we lit Our haters doused in gasoline They brought to try and torch us with Heh, let them hate dawg Everyone will have somethin' to say, dawg Their opinions don't mean shit Tryna judge your engine by your paint job Fuck a gravestone, I'ma cheat death There's too much I ain't seen yet They think that I got in way over my head But I feel like I just got my feet wet We're tryna dream more but sleep less Avoid the pills when we're depressed Remember to not be too hard on ourselves If we are cut deep enough we all bleed red Man you never know when it's time to go Heaven's open when the bars are closed So seize the moment, don't leave it hopin' You'll breath tomorrow, you could be a ghost I'm livin' my life, the finish line is right in front of me Made of fishin' wire, so I'll never see it 'till it's too late When God shakes my hand, please celebrate Please celebrate, please celebrate, please celebrate Please celebrate, please celebrate, please celebrate

With every release I try something a little different. With this video I've done a little colour filtering -- hopefully the 200 people that see this video enjoy it. Released Today, 24-Jan-2020 Madchild, Tom, and Nova -- guys collaboration on this one. Awesome song!

Awesome track off the Brave Album.

ANOTHER BANGER EXPLAINING HOW THEY WENT FROM BEEFING TO BEST FRIENDS. AWESOME SONG!

Another banger off the Brave Album.

Another awesome track my these two independent artists. Off of the Brave Album.

Off The Brave Album

For those of you who haven't bought Tom's CD Ghostories, Ashes Music video is from his song Ashes.

Take a moment to actually watch the video, take it in. Visit Tom MacDonald's YT: https://www.youtube.com/user/AllstarT... Uncensored Tom's song My Fans. On a Personal note, what a great tribute. I appreciate it Tom. Not just the strong, amazing lyrics, but the video itself and everyone that made it happen. Thank you Everyone. Nova, Tom, fans, and everyone in between.

This song is from Tom's CD Ghostories.

"White Trash" This is for my white trash, the ones the whole world hates The ones who voted for Trump then got labeled racist but ain't The ones with ball caps, "Make America Great" Who love their country to death and struggle on minimum wage Ayy, they angry that illegal aliens Taking work that maybe they could get Single parents with some baby kids Hated for being a patriot All my life I've been white trash All my life it's been like that The whole world been left-leaning I'm proud of the right who fight back Been chewed up and spit out They scream but no one listens They're so in love and vote for Trump 'cause fuck a politician They're our neighbors, they're our soldiers, our men and women and children They're middle class families who got forgot by the system Uh, in God we trust and all the guns are just backup Rockin' camouflage, don't tread on me, get smoked like tobacco Yeah, we white trash, we rednecks, crackers since we were young We grew close, we move slow, these colors don't run Call us white trash, like we're someone they know (They know, they know, they know) Call us white trash, like we care where we go (We go, we go) Is it white trash when we're happy and broke? (We broke, we broke, we broke) Then I'm white trash, but I'm not alone (Alone, alone, alone) Yeah, fuck you, I'm white bro, ain't apologizing for shit You don't like the light in my skin color, then you can suck my dick I like open gun laws, I like drunken bar brawls I like drinking Budweiser, I like smoking Marlboro We monstered up in them Monster Trucks Rolling in heavy machinery We all believe in protecting ourselves If you fuck with us we got that heavy machinery Drink beers in a lawn chair Nothin' much goin' on here Probably get a few long stares Look like "you don't belong here" Ayy, please don't get mad at me I did not put up the barrier People are judging me for my exterior Man are you serious? Say the word "white" and they act like they're furious MadChild and I'm sick as fuck White boy in my pickup truck Shotguns and my girl's muddy I'm a firecracker we lit it up We just living our best life Don't wrap us up some whack scandal Beer and blood on a wife beater Jacked up on Jack Daniels Get my chicken at Colonel Sanders Judge me and I'll back hand 'em Tom pass me that red mask and I'll beat his ass with an ax handle Call us white trash, like we're someone they know (They know, they know, they know) Call us white trash, like we care where we go (We go, we go) Is it white trash when we're happy and broke? (We broke, we broke, we broke) Then I'm white trash 'cause I'm not alone (Alone, alone, alone) White trash, drinkin' beer 'til the night pass White trash, light a fire if it's cold White trash, we don't wanna be high class White trash, with a heart made of gold Call us white trash, like we're someone they know (They know, they know, they know) Call us white trash, like we care where we go (We go, we go) Is it white trash when we're happy and broke? (We broke, we broke, we broke) Then I'm white trash 'cause I'm not alone (Alone, alone, alone)