Far From Over
Title | Far From Over |
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Artist | Tom MacDonald |
Album | All Growed Up |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] All growed up, Mr. MacDonald and a bitch [Verse 1] Please God, give strength to anybody that's goin' against me They 'gon need it, they 'gon see that I am forward like the Red Wings Like a dead thing I killed it and now for the celebration A funeral for the hard times and a baby shower for the masons I'm all about my Cheri Stone, my instincts; basic Y'all ask how I do it, I just picture you all naked And I will not show love to every single one that's hatin' me Bless you, forgive them, they must've had too much to drink Celibate in the wing, straight Bombay fillin' up the tall glass We rent out the penthouse, my four walls are all glass Got a concrete heart, no more love, eyes on the prize, hands on the cup Gin on the rocks, mind on the block, drinks on me, we are what is up Y'all don't get the picture son, upload, cancel, finish, done Belligerent motherfuckers dumb Mr. Mac can be this young Grammy speech, thanks a lot, y'all don't get no closure The music growin' but I know it's far from over [Chorus] Up all night, all growed up, Mr. MacDonald and a bitch Yeah I know them, yeah I know them, they on the list Fuck it, I don't care now, let them all in cause I'm all in Got the cup full and the blunt rolled, y'all ain't ready I know her boyfriend, and she say to be cool I am so growed up but we are still people Funny how shit changes and I'm waiting to let go Shout out to my entourage, they all here in their dress clothes Uh, and as I'm sippin' on a soda, I can tell it's far from over *instrumental verse* [Chorus] Yeah, up all night, all growed up, Mr. MacDonald and a bitch Yeah I know them, yeah I know them, they on the list Fuck it, I don't care now, let them all in cause I'm all in Got the blunt rolled and the cup full, y'all ain't ready I know her boyfriend, and she say to be cool I am so growed up but we are still people Funny how shit changes and I'm waiting to let go Shout out to my entourage, they all here in their dress clothes Uh, and as I'm sippin' on a soda, I can tell it's far from overYou might also like |