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 a 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 than ever touch the brakes
I built this fucking house They're the kind of people that be dying for exposure They're the kind of people that get mad and lose composure They're the kind of people that are never going forward They are just the ones, the ones that are looking for apologies Hating real loud, but they follow me Screaming at the top of their lungs I'm the scum of the Earth In the same damn breath, tryna 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 fucking paid I ain't spent a dollar on no fucking 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 Seeing the reaction videos all blowing up And you're welcome for all of the views Blow up my Twitter, y'all just keep making me bigger Y'all just keep showing you're triggered Y'all just keep missing the point, and I keep doing me Y'all ain't nothing to even consider
Man, I built this fucking house I'm the kind of person making music with a purpose You're the kind of people that be hating on the surface I'm the kind that you ain't used to, the kind to make you nervous, yeah Back before I even wrote the record I could see this coming like a fortune-teller And a calm sea don't make a skilled sailor So I thank the heavens for the stormy weather Okay, fast-forward to when we're old and gray I'll be looking back at when they posted hate And it will hurt a bit, but it was worth it when Your dream is getting heard no matter what they say I tried conveying that I love us all And the way I did it left 'em 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 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 chiselled 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 cosign, no publicists No manager, no teammates No money to make up my budget with No groceries, no studio No booking agent, no bucket list No PR and no marketing, just fans
Man, we built this fucking house When my days end and it's vacant And they bury me with that only key My biggest fans gon' break in With a Ouija board and 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 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 And attach it to ten feet of branches and twigs And then plant it in mud till it stands in the wind And they'll stand there and look at the shit that we did That we'd never imagined we'd do 'cause of them Our blood and sweat and tears went into what we built till we were begged So we used blood and sweat and tears of enemies to build our flag
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 Let 'em hate, dawg Everyone will have something to say, dawg Their opinions don't mean shit Tryna judge your engine by your 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 tryna dream more, but we sleep less Avoid the pills when we're depressed Remember to not be too hard on ourselves If we are cut deep enough, we all bleed red
Man, you never know when it's time to go Heaven's open when the bars are closed So seize the moment, don't leave it hoping You'll breathe tomorrow, you could be a ghost I'm living 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 celebrateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
