Correction Paroles I Don’t Care par Tom MacDonald

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Honestly, I'm sick to death of hearing the complaints
Everybody wants to tell me how I've changed
I think somehow I'm responsible for bodies filling graves
If I made the songs they wanted, were they fans I could have saved?
Man, that's a lot of weight
Wait, I thought it would be great to entertain
And now I understand why mumble rappers say the things they say
They don't want any obligation to the fanbase they create
I guess my morals won't allow me to be famous if it's fake

I barely made it, I was livin' in the ghetto, always prayin'
My potential wouldn't go to waste before I could escape it
I just had a mental breakdown, rent was due, I couldn't pay it
Killing roaches, scraping guts off all the plates and being patient, ayy

Livin' in the hood, could've got me killed
Kitchen full of rats, stomach never filled
They cut off the lights, couldn't pay the bills
I was always sick, couldn't buy the pills

Girlfriend almost left me
We were broke and we were desperate
Right before it got too heavy
I went viral off a record, ayy

Never signed a deal, I did it on my own
I made all the beats, I write every song
They did not believe I'd knew it all along
Told me I was weak I showed 'em I was strong
Never should have bet against me
Thought my anxiety was gonna wreck me
Thought my depression would get in my head for a second and leave
But it never left me

Everybody says I changed up, changed up
'Cause I had nothing then I came up, came up
Now I'm someone they're afraid of, afraid of
So say some, say some, woah
Ayy, yo, everything you say, bro
I don't care, no, I don't care, bro
Fame won't ever make me change, so
I don't care, no, I don't care, no

Honestly, it's bothered me since I've become this famous
People comment, like, I don't see what they're saying
I get death threats every day, insult my family, call me garbage, call me racist
Try to tell my therapist that I'm afraid, I can't explain it, ugh
Back up, don't touch me, I'm anxious
All of this money I'm banking
Don't make me happy, I can't win
Don't get it wrong, no, I'm thankful
Wanted attention, it happened
Pressure from standards established
Amplify anger and sadness
Can't deny that it did damage

Ayy, take the bucks I made, take off all the chains
Take the braids out of my hair laser the tattoos off my face
Stop comparing me to Hopsin, Token, NF and Em
I think they're great, but so am I and I don't wanna be them

And I never change, but I'm not the same
I’m not the person that I was once
Alcoholic, always calling mama, always try to borrow 50 bucks, uh, ayy
I put my parents in debt, I have embarrassed my friends
I didn't care if I died, I was honestly hopeful that I wouldn't wake up again
But I'm back now
Knock me down to that mat but now I stand proud
Last round, believe me, I'm ready to scrap until they back down
Doctor gave me pills, told me I was sad
Never took 'em though, threw 'em in the trash
Made a couple mil', money doesn't last
Trying to smile a bit, living in the past

Everybody says I changed up, I changed up
'Cause I had nothing then I came up, came up
Now I'm someone they're afraid of, afraid of
So say some, say some, woah
Ayy, yo, everything you say, bro
I don't care, no, I don't care, bro
Fame won't ever make me change, so
I don't care, no, I don't care, no

See this Gucci? Yeah, I bought it, I won't sell out homie, stop it
This the symbol of the work I did that's finally acknowledged
This is robbed at corner stores while getting soda and some chocolate
This is bullied all my life by kids at school, I ain't forgot it
This is profit that I got from sacrificing food and water
This is dollars I had after finally paying back my father
This is failing grades and skipping class and dropping out of college
You can't stop me, that's your problem, I will get it if I want it

Stop telling me that I switched sides
That's my life changed, I'm a different guy
My mama proud, my girl stoked
My sister happy I didn't die
If they're mad instead of saying "Tom, I wish you the best"
Of course I changed, I had to go and buy a bulletproof vest
'Cause I've been stressed, ya
I'm a mess, ya
I need rest, ya
Wastin' energy on enemies I never met, ya
I need meds, ya
I need bed, ya, what the heck?
I should send a text to see if I still have some friends, ya

Now that I'm healthy and nobody help me
I wanna get every penny independent
I'm a menace, I'ma wreck it, all my records
Got a message, I'ma spread it
And I'm still the person my mama nurtured
To become this version, so shout out Mom
I don't ever sleep, every night is long
Everything is on me, Tom

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