Tom MacDonald - Dear Rappers lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - Dear Rappers lyrics]
Yeah
Man, it's easy for these rappers
Who have it all
Talk about the days when they used to be sad
I guess I can't relate to
Bein' famous and wealthy
I'm twenty-eight and still prayin' for the
Day I have a chance
Maybe y'all can help me out though
I'm just tryna take care of my household
I don't even wanna make my mouth gold
I just wanna win before the system that I'm
In gets a hold of me again
And starts to squeeze under my
Chin until I'm out cold
Dear rappers, can you help me?
I'll even take a selfie with
Your album that I bought
I got every single CD that
You ever fuckin' dropped
I spent everything I had
And I never have a lot
Oh my God, what a mess
Your words help me deal with the stress
Used to contemplate my suicide the
Nights I was depressed
Used to pop you in a boombox
And sit upon my desk
Listen to your music till I
Felt it in my chest, but
These days it's like you
Don't have nothin' left
Your music feels kinda like you're
Tryna write a check
Everything is digital, I mean no disrespect
But I'm payin' even more, and
You give me even less, what the fuck?
You taught me to think, you taught me to grow
You taught me the things to survive on my own
But now you teach me to drink
You teach me to smoke
You teach me to think every woman's a ho
I don't want your Xanax bars
Or your fancy foreign cars
Throw your money in my face and try
To tell me that it's art no no no, no, no
No no no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV
I can't hear another fuckin' song
About abusin' medication that
I had to take just to stay alive
There's more important shit than
What you wear and where you live and who you
Fuck and what you drink and what
You spend and what you drive
Rappers full of bullshit
Rappers just a marketing vehicle
For the product that the men want you to buy
Rap about a full clip
Rappers just promoting different
Liquors and varieties
Of ways that you could die, yeah
Dear rappers, can you help me?
Are you almost out of alcohol
To sell me? Tell me
'Cause drinkin' every night can be
The way to gettin' wealthy
If I'm really bein' honest, all
This shit is overwhelmin'
I need someone to look up to
You're living in a country
That elected Donald Trump
You're living in a country where police
Are killin' people every day
And all you wanna talk about is doin' drugs
You've been blinded by the money
You've been blinded by the cars
You've been blinded by the women
Don't know who the fuck you are
Thought I knew you when I spent a hundred
Dollars on a ticket to your show
And now I feel like you stole
My fuckin' money and I'm broke
Man, you taught us how to rap
And you taught us how to dress
And you taught us how to act
If we wanted to impress
Now you're teachin' me to live like
I know you never would
What you're preachin' to these kids is
Keeping 'em inside the hood
I don't want your Xanax bars
Or your fancy foreign cars
Throw your money in my face and try
To tell me that it's art no no no, no, no
No no no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV
I don't want your Xanax bars
Or your fancy foreign cars
Throw your money in my face and try
To tell me that it's art no no no, no, no
No no no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV
Yeah
Man, it's easy for these rappers
Who have it all
Talk about the days when they used to be sad
I guess I can't relate to
Bein' famous and wealthy
I'm twenty-eight and still prayin' for the
Day I have a chance
Maybe y'all can help me out though
I'm just tryna take care of my household
I don't even wanna make my mouth gold
I just wanna win before the system that I'm
In gets a hold of me again
And starts to squeeze under my
Chin until I'm out cold
Dear rappers, can you help me?
I'll even take a selfie with
Your album that I bought
I got every single CD that
You ever fuckin' dropped
I spent everything I had
And I never have a lot
Oh my God, what a mess
Your words help me deal with the stress
Used to contemplate my suicide the
Nights I was depressed
Used to pop you in a boombox
And sit upon my desk
Listen to your music till I
Felt it in my chest, but
These days it's like you
Don't have nothin' left
Your music feels kinda like you're
Tryna write a check
Everything is digital, I mean no disrespect
But I'm payin' even more, and
You give me even less, what the fuck?
You taught me to think, you taught me to grow
You taught me the things to survive on my own
But now you teach me to drink
You teach me to smoke
You teach me to think every woman's a ho
I don't want your Xanax bars
Or your fancy foreign cars
Throw your money in my face and try
To tell me that it's art no no no, no, no
No no no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV
I can't hear another fuckin' song
About abusin' medication that
I had to take just to stay alive
There's more important shit than
What you wear and where you live and who you
Fuck and what you drink and what
You spend and what you drive
Rappers full of bullshit
Rappers just a marketing vehicle
For the product that the men want you to buy
Rap about a full clip
Rappers just promoting different
Liquors and varieties
Of ways that you could die, yeah
Dear rappers, can you help me?
Are you almost out of alcohol
To sell me? Tell me
'Cause drinkin' every night can be
The way to gettin' wealthy
If I'm really bein' honest, all
This shit is overwhelmin'
I need someone to look up to
You're living in a country
That elected Donald Trump
You're living in a country where police
Are killin' people every day
And all you wanna talk about is doin' drugs
You've been blinded by the money
You've been blinded by the cars
You've been blinded by the women
Don't know who the fuck you are
Thought I knew you when I spent a hundred
Dollars on a ticket to your show
And now I feel like you stole
My fuckin' money and I'm broke
Man, you taught us how to rap
And you taught us how to dress
And you taught us how to act
If we wanted to impress
Now you're teachin' me to live like
I know you never would
What you're preachin' to these kids is
Keeping 'em inside the hood
I don't want your Xanax bars
Or your fancy foreign cars
Throw your money in my face and try
To tell me that it's art no no no, no, no
No no no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV
I don't want your Xanax bars
Or your fancy foreign cars
Throw your money in my face and try
To tell me that it's art no no no, no, no
No no no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV
Yeah