LeeAnn's Son

(album: LeeAnn's Son - 2014)

Yeah, welcome
I call this one LeeAnn's Son, ya dig?
Oh, oh there it is, there it is though
Hangover Gang I see you

Hello, I am Thomas, I'm LeeAnn's son
I used to have a broken heart and now I do not have one
I'm happy now, I'm tatted on the head
I got more weed, I'm wiping lipstick off my dick and shaking glitter off my sheets, I been living bruh
Bunch of pretty women bruh
Everything is different bruh
I came off that heartbreak shit a little fucking bit ago
My image is getting shaken up, relationships are breaking down
No longer trying to make it up to people who are not around
Underneath all of the bullshit I'm the same motherfucker that I was before
Real long hair, still don't care, feel free to suck my dick and balls
I'm no longer worried about the shit that I'm hearing
I'll be skating in Hollywood and I just toured Europe
My taste is getting expensive and I ain't sweating it barely
I get my red wine from Venice, import my champagne from Paris
I gotta shout to the people who really are not my people
You gon' hate it, we'll make it, tell ourselves that we're evil
I'm in the middle of the club with my cups stacked high
Couple shorties in my face but I close my eyes
Probably gonna be mad that I am over making sappy songs
If anyone is wondering, I'm happy now, thanks a lot

I been running gang, bitch
I been getting face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting for everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing coming out the city and that's obvious as fuck, I'm just saying
I been running gang, bitch
I been getting face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting for everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing coming out the city and that's obvious as fuck, I'm just saying

They call me Mr. Mac but I'm LeeAnn's son
Thomas, graduated honor rolls, said fuck it, Imma be a rapper
Broke a couple hearts, sold some drugs, made a little money
Smoked a couple darts and some blunts, threw some awesome parties
And they probably not used to me talking 'bout it
Cause usually I sing about losing who good to me, now I'm good again
Truthfully you could catch me with the women from the strip club
But never in the strip club, that ain't me, I swear to god
Camo shorts and hookahs, watermelon Swisher getting burned like it is good for us
Too smoky to even look for us
Ratchet hoes and losers with strawberry Jolly Ranchers in they lean tryna hang with us, but they could never handle us
I'm sorry, here's my website if you wanna be some fans of us
I think we need a geek to do some spam for us, get it boy
Shoutout to Alberta, buncha rappers you ain't heard of
Buncha rappers I'll forget, buncha nights I don't remember
I been wild lately, style crazy, high and wasted, mohawk braided
Hat to the motherfucking back like an eighth grader
I'm faded, but I can't get enough, LeeAnn's son, we on one and some, best of luck

I been running gang, bitch
I been getting face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting for everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing coming out the city and that's obvious as fuck, I'm just saying
I been running gang, bitch
I been getting face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting for everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing coming out the city and that's obvious as fuck, I'm just saying

Tom Mac fucking Donald in that ass, LeeAnn and Jamie's kid
Drinking out the bottle still but I don't need a babysitter
Stay calm as a motherfucker, shades on in this motherfucker
Hair's long and bitches love it, but I ain't trippin; I love it too
Shoutout to my main girl, Jenna Em, you know your brother loves you
And to the people who said fuck me, fuck you
Charging all these rappers for a feature, everything I touch is dope, no one gets a free verse
Silly fucking rapper in that triple XL t-shirt
You are just an echo, tell my dude to kill the reverb
Re-up, re-wrap, reflip, relax, rehearse, redo, couple ree-rees on my lap
I fucked that hoe, got a bunch of bitches just like that hoe, every hoe that I even know act exactly like that hoe
No lunch break, I ain't hungry, fuck man, I been eating tons
All I need is music and some weed inside my lungs
They been sleeping on me but I fucking promise when they up again they gon' wish they never made the choice to leave they comfy bed
Cause Imma leave half dead, call it zombie
They been chilling since September '88, hoe, LeeAnn's son

I been running gang, bitch
I been getting face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting for everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing coming out the city and that's obvious as fuck, I'm just saying
I been running gang, bitch
I been getting face, bitch
I been more than patient
Now I'm tired of waiting for everyone to realize
That I'm the best thing coming out the city and that's obvious as fuck, I'm just saying