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i'm him - tom macdonald lyrics

they call me racist, h0m*phobic, n*z*, hitler, grifter, corny, stupid, wigger, ugly, sorry that you’re triggered, can’t ignore me, they insult me, diss me, hate me, miss me with all that sh*t, i ain’t listening, flipping middle fingers on my fist until i’m in my 60s

b*tch you ain’t gon get no love from me, uh, uh, uh, i’m someone that you wish you could be, uh, uh, uh, i’ve been reaching heights you never seen, i’ve been living out my dreams, i’m a boss and you just an employee, independent legend okay, call me whatever you want, go head pick a genre then pull the charts up, you’ll see i’ve been #1, i’ve beat eminem, taylor swift, drake, morgan wallen, cardi b, wayne, so go ahead and call me names, you’re just mad that i’ll be great

like, who else could’ve did this with no label, they not able, they’ve been faking telling fables, crazy bullsh*t so unstable, too much cocaine in they nasals, sniffing paint and eating play*doh, they don’t measure up to me if they had planes and cranes and cable

boy i’m h*i*m, i’m him, h*i*m, i’m him
motherf*cker i’m h*i*m, i’m him
h*i*m, i’m him (i’m him)
i’m him, independent legend, i’m him
standing in line at 7*eleven, i’m him
the one that everybody threatened
f*cking h*i*m, i’m him (i’m him)

they call me fascist, white supremacist, hater, faker, liar, s*xist, stupid, loser, it’s pathetic i’m successful and they jealous, they attack me, troll me, trash me, holy cr*p they mad they can’t control me, flip my middle fingers till my skull and bones are decomposing

b*tch you ain’t gon get no love from me, uh, uh, uh, it’s f*ck you till my lungs no longer breathe, uh, uh, uh, i’ve been going places you ain’t been, sydney sweeny with the jeans
y’all just in your feelings, i am in the lead, uh
independent legend, okay, dare to tell me i’m not, they don’t got half the views, they have to use their budget to pay for the bots, f*ck universal, f*ck sony, f*ck atlantic, f*ck every artist they manage, f*ck the radio and f*ck the grammys, f*ck them all till i’m in a casket

like, who else could’ve did this with no label, they not able
they’ve been faking telling fables, crazy bullsh*t so unstable
too much cocaine in they nasals, sniffing paint and eating play*doh
they don’t measure up to me if they had planes and cranes and cable

- tom macdonald lyrics

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