Tom MacDonald - "This House" (WHITEBOY RESPONSE) (Official Video)

"This House"

Lately everyone been talking 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 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
Then ever touch the brakes

I built this fuckin' house
They the kinda people that be dyin' for exposure
They the kinda people that can mad lose composure
They the kinda 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 they're lungs
I'm the scum of the earth
In the same damn breathe
Trying to 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 spend a dollar on a 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 underwhelming
I'm conditioned for all the abuse
Seein' the reaction videos all blowin' up
And your welcome for all of the views
Blow up my Twitter
Y'all just keep makin' me bigger
Y'all just keep showing your trigger
Y'all just keep missing the point
And I keep doin' me
Y'all ain't nothin' to even consider

Man I built this fuckin' house
I'm the kinda person makin' music with a purpose
You're the kinda people that be hatin' on the surface
I'm the kind that you ain't used to
The kind that make you nervous
Yeah

Back before I even wrote the record
I could see this comin' like a fortune teller
And the calm sea don't make skilled sailor
So I thank the heavens for the stormy weather
Ok fast forward to when we're old and gray
I'll be lookin' back on when they post some 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 conveying that I love us all
And the way I did it left them 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
And 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 publicist
No manager
No teammates
No money to make on my budget with
No groceries
No studio
No booking agent
No bucket list
No PR
No marketing
Just fans

Man we built this fuckin' house
When my day's end
And it's vacant
And they bury me
With that only key
My biggest fans gon' break in
With a ouija board
And a 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 coming to undo
The work that I did
Then they'll block of 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
Coming 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
Then attach it to ten feet
Of branches and twigs
And then plant in mud
Till it stands in the wind
Then they'll stand there
And look at the shit that we did
That we never imagined
We'd do cause of them

Our blood and sweat and tears
Went in to what we built
Till we were begged
So we use blood and sweat and tears
Of enemies to build our flags

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, ha
Let em hate dog
Everyone will have
Something to say dog
Their opinions don't mean shit
Tryin' judge yo engine by yo paint job
Fuck a gravestone
I'mma 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 tryin' to dream more and sleep less
Avoid the pills when we're depressed
Remember to not be too hard on ourselves
If we cut deep enough we all bleed red

Man you never know
When it's time to go
Heavens open when
The bars are closed
So seize the moment
Don't leave it you hopin'
You'll breathe tomorrow
You could be a ghost
I'm livin' my life
The finish line is
Right in front of me
Made of fishing wire
So I'll never see it
Till it's too late
When God shakes my hand
Please celebrate