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Tom MacDonald

Far From Over

 

Far From Over

(album: All Growed Up - 2012)


All growed up, Mr. MacDonald and a bitch

Please God, give strength to anybody that's going 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 hating me
Bless you, forgive them, they must've had too much to drink
Celibate in the wing, straight Bombay filling 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 growing 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 sipping on a soda, I can tell it's far from over

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 sipping on a soda, I can tell it's far from over

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