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• Artiste: Tom MacDonald
• Titre: I Cannot Be Nice
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ll I'm a ghost, I'mma go for the [?] I'm fighting monsters in my head I'm lighting all my cigarettes I'm sliding every time there's threats I know they wanna see me dead till they're dead, ya Get the bread, ya, lay in bed, ya, take my meds, ya Send the text to see if we're still friends, ya Fuck the feds, ya, till the end, ya Wonder if the homies got my message, probably send the text again, ya Hollywood promises, pray to God for some honesty It's all drama and problems and platinum coffins for prodigies We got skeleton closets, garages steadily filled It's Hollywood forever till it's Beverly kills If you don't pay the price, you don't live this life, ya, ya Back is full of knives, I don't sleep at night, ya, ya If you close your eyes, that's how people die, ya, ya I cannot be nice, I cannot be nice, ya, ya If you don't pay the price, you don't live this life, ya, ya Back is full of knives, I don't sleep at night, ya, ya If you close your eyes, that's how people die, ya, ya I cannot be nice, I cannot be nice, ya, ya It's a cold, cold world where I'm at It's everyone I know who be putting on an act On the low, low shipping hella whack Sell your soul for a couple hundred racks I'm hiding underneath my bed I'm finding things that I regret I'm dying deep inside my chest I know they wanna see me dead till they're dead, ya All the stress, ya, shit, I'm mess, ya, tryna flex, ya Enemies I never even met, ya I need rest, ya, I'm a whack, ya What the heck? Bulletproof to Gucci, and I put it on my chest, ya Hollywood promises, I swear nothing is real Think I'm numb to it, honestly, when they touch, I don't feel It's all gossiping parties, designer clothes, popping pills You know it's Hollywood forever till it's Beverly kills If you don't pay the price, you don't live this life, ya, ya Back is full of knives, I don't sleep at night, ya, ya If you close your eyes, that's how people die, ya, ya I cannot be nice, I cannot be nice, ya, ya If you don't pay the price, you don't live this life, ya, ya Back is full of knives, I don't sleep at night, ya, ya If you close your eyes, that's how people die, ya, ya I cannot be nice, I cannot be nice, ya, ya And you cannot be saved by the money and the fame Put your money in a safe, keep your body out the grave Keep your focus on the paper, keep the camera on the gate Keep your finger on the trigger just in case If you don't pay the price, you don't live this life, ya, ya Back is full of knives, I don't sleep at night, ya, ya If you close your eyes, that's how people die, ya, ya I cannot be nice, I cannot be nice, ya, ya If you don't pay the price, you don't live this life, ya, ya Back is full of knives, I don't sleep at night, ya, ya If you close your eyes, that's how people die, ya, ya I cannot be nice, I cannot be nice, ya, ya