Tom MacDonald - Far From Over lyrics

All growed up, Mr macDonald and a bitch

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

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

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 over