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stop sleeping - tom macdonald lyrics

[intro]
it’s time to buy beats and chew bubble gum, and i’m done
mac, mac, mac, mac, mac, mac

[chorus]
stop sleeping, wake up from the bullsh*t, y’all are in denial and my girl feels bad for you. tell your b*tch that she’s bad, but baby*

[verse 1]
they gave me the option to sellout my soul and losing myself by regaining it all. picking it back up where i let it all fall, still won’t pickup anytime that i call. fight with myself over feelings i cannot describe but it shows, even through my disguise. heard if you seek it then you will be led but they are in the lead and you are behind them

[verse 2]
intelligent pеople, not just fine b*tches arе coming around and critiquing paintings from artists that i’ve never heard of before. politely decline to provide any feedback, but pick up the scotch and a cuban cigar, i smell it and light it and drink it and think that a fool is what they take me for. d*mn, i’m sick of the lights and all the nights we don’t sleep, the days when all we do is drink but we don’t eat. she look at me s*xy and tell me to touch, i tell her i can’t, there’s a girl i’m in love with, i look at my phone to ignore it and then my phone rings but it was on silent, thank god

[verse 3]
these are the moments that leave on a person that alter their future and change all their plans, the actions you take that you learned from your dad distinguish the difference, abort or demand. tell ’em that i can’t not f*ck it, tell ’em that i won’t s*sell my sister’s soul, cause all that i have is my word and my thoughts and i honestly thought they would kn*kn*kn*kn*know it. by know, i mean i tried and tried and tried again. i been misunderstood but i hope you know at the end of the day i f*ckin’ did. i heard you never gave a f*ck, well soon you will, i built your neighborhood with lumber out the rumor mill

[chorus]
stop sleeping, wake up from the bullsh*t, y’all are in denial and my girl feels bad for you. tell your b*tch that she’s bad, but baby*

[outro]
“certified diamonds, 6, 7, 8, 9 diamond. nine diamond on the beat”

- tom macdonald lyrics

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