Tom MacDonald - Too Good lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - Too Good lyrics]
Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill
Too real to fade, too smart to lose
Too drunk to drink, too good for you
I love it iI I love it
And I won't take it iI I won't take it back
And I hate it but I have never heard 'em
Cause I'm too young to care
Man, I hardly rock the fit no more
The evolution of my imagine has no
Room for hats with stickers
Or shirts with glitter, I know
That doesn't leave much room inside
My closet for the
2012 collection of summer wear
In my genre but i'm fine with that
These trucker hats and plaid shirts will do
Still got my Supras but I'm
Stomping in these leather boots
Uh, my attitude is still thе same however
Uh, I'm gеttin' money anyway however
Uh, and I'm always 'bout whatever man
My heart still on my sleeve
But I rolled 'em up to catch a tan
I'm rollin' out and yelling "catch
Me if you can!"
I'm higher than I've ever been
Meet me where I land
Enough with all the partyin'
The competition's arguing amongst themselves
They're exactly where we wanted them
The only one that's on my team is my producer
And his style is overwhelming
All these jealous, scrubby losers
Pointing out the obvious
He looks like a rapper
They're just scared of what they don't know
And they don't know what they're after
And I could tell them, but I won't
And I could help them, but I won't
We really do this
I hope y'all won't make it through this
But I doubt that you will
I'm 'bout what I feel
Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill
Too cold for a bitch, too hot to chill
Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill
Too real to fade, too smart to lose
Too drunk to drink, too good for you
I tell them go ahead
But I don't let them take the lead for long
My girl is cool, my drink is
Stiff, my eyes are red, my weed is strong
And my intentions are as pure
As I can make them, man
My feelings are in check like they
Play defense on a skating rink
I bet they think I'm
Just some brokenhearted rapper, man
That 808s and Heartbreak shit has always
Been the answer for me but now I'm
Takin' my heart on my sleeve
And I'll lock it away
In a box and I'll throw out the key
That's fine like you parked on the street
Fuck it man, I'm good now
Ask about it, you would now
Try me guy, you should now
Leave your city boy ass in a small town
They want me to leave, well
Y'all gon' have to force me out
Cause I know a couple cowboys and they
Heard it from the horses mouth
Y'all are jealous, y'all should work that out
I'll shut you down like a
Computer when you nerdin' out
And my girl is so fed
Up with all the whisperin'
And I am fucking sick to death of
Calling her to fill her in
I love it iI I love it
And I won't take it iI I won't take it back
And I hate it but I have never heard 'em
Cause I'm too young to care
Haven't made much noise but trust me
Hate me or love me we're coming
They're screaming out "fuck me"
I'm yellin' out "fuck 'em"
I'm screamin' out "fuck 'em"
I'm throwin' up wine cause it's
Hard on my stomach
I'm runnin' out of romantic ideas for dinner
On date nights and parties on evenings
Cause all that I think over lobster
And drinks are the different
Occasions I said what I think
And I shouldn't have but I really did
Don't fuck with me I'm not a city kid
Oh, yeah
All these other rappers on a beach
And they watchin' all the pussy
We just watchin' what we eat
Oh, they spend time and
They keep their receipts
Probably better off trying to suck
Love from a leaf, bitch
We're all good and like none
Of them are happy
Cause they know we'll be workin' on our tans
In Miami with a Grammy on the way
And Grammo in the J and some grammar for
The bitches that we met along the way
We really do this
I hope y'all won't make it through this
But I doubt that you will
I'm 'bout what I feel
Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill
We really do this
I hope y'all won't make it through this
But I doubt that you will
I'm 'bout what I feel
Dear haters, my hunters are out for the kill
Put a price on your head
Then bounce on the bill
Headshot through the window, and
Brains on the sill, uh
Too cold for a bitch, too hot to chill
Too cool for a gang, too high for a pill
Too real to fade, too smart to lose
Too drunk to drink, too good for you