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Correct This House Lyrics
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Tom MacDonald
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Correct This House
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Lately everyone been talking crazy Feel like everybody's got some shit to say. They misinterpreted my good Intentions And expected I was just gon' step away. If there's a heart that pumps And there's breath to take Then I won't bite my tongue As long as I'm awake. And they don't have the guts To make a dumb mistake, I'd rather crash a car Then ever touch the brakes. I built this fuckin' house. They the kinda people that be dyin' for exposure. They the kinda people that can mad lose composure. They the kinda people that are never goin' forward. They are just the ones, The ones that are lookin' for apologies. Hatin' real loud but they follow me. Screamin' at the top of they're lungs I'm the scum of the earth, In the same damn breathe Trying to preach about equality. Back before I wrote the song on race, They all ignored that I had something great. They tried to edge me out, They didn't hear my bars, They tried to tell me that I wasn't built for fame. Fast forward to when I'm fuckin’ paid, I ain't spend a dollar on a fuckin’ chain. I'll get my mom a house, I'll get my dad a car, I'll make my sister rich She'll never work again. And this hater shit is so underwhelming, I'm conditioned for all the abuse. Seein’ the reaction videos all blowin’ up And your welcome for all of the views. Blow up my Twitter, Y’all just keep makin’ me bigger. Y'all just keep showing your trigger. Y'all just keep missing the point And I keep doin’ me, Y'all ain't nothin’ to even consider. Man I built this fuckin’ house. I'm the kinda person makin’ music with a purpose. You're the kinda people that be hatin’ on the surface. I'm the kind that you ain't used to, The kind that make you nervous. Yeah. Back before I even wrote the record, I could see this comin’ like a fortune teller. And the calm sea don't make skilled sailor So I thank the heavens for the stormy weather. Ok fast forward to when we're old and gray, I'll be lookin’ back on when they post some hate, And it will hurt a bit, but it was worth it When your dream is gettin’ heard no matter what they say. I tried conveying that I love us all, And the way I did it left them so appalled. I used a broken arm to try and break their walls, No matter what they say they know it took balls. I surveyed the land and I found a location. Unloaded the lumber and Pounded the stakes in. And I blended the bones Of the people who hated With blood and cement Then I poured the foundation. I built the frame with All my guilt and shame And then I chiseled my name And the date in the basement. I carved my initials in all of the boards And the beams that are Needed for structural greatness. No record label. No distribution. No co-sign. No publicist. No manager. No teammates. No money to make on my budget with. No groceries. No studio. No booking agent. No bucket list. No PR. No marketing. Just fans. Man we built this fuckin’ house. When my day's end And it's vacant And they bury me With that only key My biggest fans gon’ break in With a ouija board And a box of chalk, Draw a pentagram, hail Satan, Try to bring me back From that wooden box Y'all tried to fill my grave with. Then they'll sit on the roof With the rifles I hid in the fridge And they'll shoot at the men on the ridge Who are coming to undo The work that I did, Then they'll block of off the Highway that leads to the crib, And put sensors on all of The boards on the bridge So they know when they're Coming to empty the clip, Then they'll gut all the bodies And cut off the skin Then connect all the pieces With needles and pins, Then attach it to ten feet Of branches and twigs And then plant in mud Till it stands in the wind, Then they'll stand there And look at the shit that we did That we never imagined We'd do cause of them. Our blood and sweat and tears Went in to what we built Till we were begged, So we use blood and sweat and tears Of enemies to build our flags. We built this house, We laid these bricks, We set these traps, These flames we lit. Our haters doused in gasoline They brought to try And torch us with. Haha. Let em hate dog, Everyone will have Something to say dog, Their opinions don't mean shit, Tryin’ judge yo engine by yo paint job. Fuck a gravestone, I'mma cheat death. There's too much I ain't seen yet. They think that I got in way over my head But I feel like I just got my feet wet. We're tryin’ to dream more and sleep less, Avoid the pills when we're depressed. Remember to not be too hard on ourselves, If we cut deep enough we all bleed red. Man you never know When it's time to go. Heavens open when The bars are closed. So seize the moment, Don't leave it you hopin’ You'll breathe tomorrow, You could be a ghost. I'm livin’ my life, The finish line is Right in front of me, Made of fishing wire, So I'll never see it Till it's too late. When God shakes my hand Please celebrate.
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