Paroles de la chanson This House par Tom MacDonald

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Paroles de la chanson This House par Tom MacDonald

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 to 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 the car and never touch the brakes!

I built this fucking house!
They the kind of people that be dying for exposure
They the kind of people that get mad and lose composure

They the kind of people that are never going forward
They're just the ones, the ones that are looking for apologies
Hating real loud but they follow me
Screaming at the top of their lungs
I'm the scum of the Earth
In the same damn breath, 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 fucking paid
I ain't spent a dollar on no fucking 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 of the abuse
Seeing the reaction videos all blowing up
You're welcome for all of the views
Blow up my Twitter, y'all just keep making me bigger
Y'all just keep showing you're triggered
Y'all just keep missing the point that I keep doing me
Y'all ain't nothing to even consider

Man I built this fucking house!
I'm the kind of person making music with a purpose

You the kind of people that be hating on the surface
I'm the kind that you ain't used to
I'm the kind to make you nervous
Yeah
Back before I even wrote the record
I can see this coming 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 looking back at when they posted hate
And it would hurt a bit
But it was worth it when
Your dreams is getting heard
No matter what they say
I tried conveying that I love us all

I know the way I did it left them so appalled
I used a broken arm to try to 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 team-mates
No money to make out my budget with
No groceries
No studio
No booking agent
No bucket list
No PR
No marketing
Just fans

Man we built this fucking house!
When my day's end and it's vacant
Then they bury me with the only key
My biggest fans 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
Ya'll tried to fill my grave with

Then they'll sit on the roof with the rifles I hid in the fridge
And I'll shoot at the men on the ridge who are coming to undo the work that I did
Then they'll block-off the highways 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
And attach it to 10 feet of branches and twigs

And then plant it in mud 'til it stands in the wind
And then stand there and look at the shit that we did
That we'd never imagined we'll 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 something to say, dawg
Their opinions don't mean shit
Tryin' to 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 it way over my head
But I feel like I just got my feet wet

We try to dream more and sleep less
Avoid the pills when we're de-pressed
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
Heavens open when the bars are closed
So seize the moment, don't leave it hopin' you'll breath tomorrow
You can be a ghost

I'm living my life
The finish lines right in front of me
Made of fishing wires
So I 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

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