Tom MacDonald - Long Nights & Short Days lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - Long Nights & Short Days lyrics]
Do you know what they talking 'bout?
Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money bitch
I'll make it up to you
Fuck that bullshit, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days
Bright lights & dark shades uh
Uh, show me love cause I ain't ever seen it
Show me humbleness
Cause Lord knows that I've never been it
Uh, I don't feel y'all like thick gloves
And y'all hate me but your bitch doesn't
Y'all should prolly quit fuckin'
Don't be pissed off that I
Skipped all that work
That work for me, no university
I'm killin' all my prey
So I know there's no church for me
I believe that life's a bitch
Because she has seen death flirt with mе
Don't be angry, you ugly as hell when you mad
I ain't thе best new artist
I'm the best artist in Van'
Artist not rapper, y'all keep that
Good posture and a Rolex
You rollin' with your seat back
I'm so grown that I'm trimmin' shit
I'm so gone, you ain't gettin' it
If I scream from the level I'm at
Y'all couldn't even hear me whisperin'
(bitch)
So I feel what I say and I say what I want
And all that comes out is
The smoke from the blunt
And a couple of numbers
From countin' the ones
Do you know what they talking 'bout?
Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money bitch
I'll make it up to you
Fuck that bullshit, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days
Bright lights & dark shades uh
Uh, I'm unemployed but I'm workin' lots
In my imaginary house, all the curtains drawn
I'm goin' hard as expected
Gold watch and a necklace
Corn Pops for my breakfast
Spent my food on bein' freshest
And they mad at it, they can't have it
They lucky if I give 'em this
I heard it's better to give
But I don't give a shit
My snap back from a thrift store
My weed is in a cherry blunt
My swagger is on alien, fifty-first area
Uh, I don't fit the criteria
Tell 'em take the fall
The cold ground will carry ya
Uh, my country boys all watchin' like it's
Autumn and you're dear to them
Steer clear of them my hair tied and my hair
Dyed and my hair nice
And your bitch bang out and put my hair
In braids and then she came twice
Man, I'm faded like I had enough
Purple clouds pour the purple
Rain inside my cup
Fuck that bullshit, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days
Bright lights & dark shades uh
Fuck that bullshit, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days
Bright lights & dark shades uh
Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money bitch
I'll make it up to you
Fuck that bullshit, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days
Bright lights & dark shades uh
Uh, show me love cause I ain't ever seen it
Show me humbleness
Cause Lord knows that I've never been it
Uh, I don't feel y'all like thick gloves
And y'all hate me but your bitch doesn't
Y'all should prolly quit fuckin'
Don't be pissed off that I
Skipped all that work
That work for me, no university
I'm killin' all my prey
So I know there's no church for me
I believe that life's a bitch
Because she has seen death flirt with mе
Don't be angry, you ugly as hell when you mad
I ain't thе best new artist
I'm the best artist in Van'
Artist not rapper, y'all keep that
Good posture and a Rolex
You rollin' with your seat back
I'm so grown that I'm trimmin' shit
I'm so gone, you ain't gettin' it
If I scream from the level I'm at
Y'all couldn't even hear me whisperin'
(bitch)
So I feel what I say and I say what I want
And all that comes out is
The smoke from the blunt
And a couple of numbers
From countin' the ones
Do you know what they talking 'bout?
Cause I don't think I do
I'm tryna make some money bitch
I'll make it up to you
Fuck that bullshit, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days
Bright lights & dark shades uh
Uh, I'm unemployed but I'm workin' lots
In my imaginary house, all the curtains drawn
I'm goin' hard as expected
Gold watch and a necklace
Corn Pops for my breakfast
Spent my food on bein' freshest
And they mad at it, they can't have it
They lucky if I give 'em this
I heard it's better to give
But I don't give a shit
My snap back from a thrift store
My weed is in a cherry blunt
My swagger is on alien, fifty-first area
Uh, I don't fit the criteria
Tell 'em take the fall
The cold ground will carry ya
Uh, my country boys all watchin' like it's
Autumn and you're dear to them
Steer clear of them my hair tied and my hair
Dyed and my hair nice
And your bitch bang out and put my hair
In braids and then she came twice
Man, I'm faded like I had enough
Purple clouds pour the purple
Rain inside my cup
Fuck that bullshit, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days
Bright lights & dark shades uh
Fuck that bullshit, my team rollin'
Long nights & short days
Bright lights & dark shades uh