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tom macdonald - still me lyrics

[verse 1]
i could have the biggest house in the hills
but i’m still livin’ in a little crib and payin’ my bills
and i could have a dozen playboy bunny’s grabbing my jeans
but i got one girl who loves me she’s the perfect one for me
and i could drive a brand new lambo if i wanted to
i’d rather hand a hundred grand in cash straight
to my mom and dad this afternoon
and i could have an attitude celebrity neighbors
a dozen butlers and security with rifles and tazors
but that ain’t me
money ain’t gonna’ change me
pay me what you want but i will still remain the same me
chickеn fingers, baked beans
fadеd t+shirt, same jeans
people make me famous but i stay the way that god made me
middle fingers flippin’ temper short
i lit the wick and i quite drinkin’
i am still crazier
than college kids and liquor
i’m the quickest to the trigger
wicked, ignorant and bitter
i ain’t changing up for nothing, i don’t care if i get richer
[chorus]
i’m still a scumbag
i’m still an assh0l+
i don’t give a f+ck
what the h+ll they mad for
i’m still a d+ckhead
i keep it grimey
i don’t give a f+ck
tell ‘em where to find me
i’m still a scumbag
i’m still an assh0l+
i don’t give a f+ck
what the h+ll they mad for
i’m still a d+ckhead
i keep it grimey
i don’t give a f+ck
tell ‘em where to find me

[verse 2]
i could have a dozen chains on my neck
i’d rather donate to a charity then blatantly flex
and i could gucci, louie, prada every time i get dressed
but i wear sweat pants and t+shirts and socks that are ripped
and i could take a private jet to somewhere gorgeous if i wanted to
i’d rather pay my sister’s mortgage honestly i’m honored to
and i could have an attitude but gratitude is greater
a bunch of chefs in the kitchen, shooters no bullet proof haters
but that ain’t me, everybody hates me
i would never give that up for nothin’ cause i love it and i’m crazy
middle fingers aim squeeze
they all triggered blame me
people made me famous i ain’t changing up to make peace
twisted braids i am spitting flames
and swinging blades on they brains
hollywood can make you different
look at me i’m just the same
still the homie pickin’ up the phone when you holler
i ain’t switchin’ up for dollars screw it don’t even bother
[chorus]
i’m still a scumbag
i’m still an assh0l+
i don’t give a f+ck
what the h+ll they mad for
i’m still a d+ckhead
i keep it grimey
i don’t give a f+ck
tell ‘em where to find me
i’m still a scumbag
i’m still an assh0l+
i don’t give a f+ck
what the h+ll they mad for
i’m still a d+ckhead
i keep it grimey
i don’t give a f+ck
tell ‘em where to find me

[bridge]
i’m still the one
who you knew before they paid me
still ain’t never let the money change me
i’m still the one
who they picked on and hated
still the same guy i’m just famous
i’m still the one
who made millions off a rap
and never let it change the man i am
i’m still the one
who you knew from the old days
i ain’t selling out dawg, i won’t change
[chorus]
i’m still a scumbag
i’m still an assh0l+
i don’t give a f+ck
what the h+ll they mad for
i’m still a d+ckhead
i keep it grimey
i don’t give a f+ck
tell ‘em where to find me
i’m still a scumbag
i’m still an assh0l+
i don’t give a f+ck
what the h+ll they mad for
i’m still a d+ckhead
i keep it grimey
i don’t give a f+ck
tell ‘em where to find me

- tom macdonald lyrics

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