Fake Fans Tom MacDonald
"Fake Fans" by Tom MacDonald, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that critiques insincerity in relationships and the entertainment industry. The lyrics explore themes of loyalty, authenticity, and the disappointment of encountering superficial supporters. The song features a raw, confrontational style, emphasizing personal integrity and self-awareness. Its cultural impact resonates with listeners who value genuine connections in a world of social media facades.
[Verse 1]
Please don't make a song on race, please don't make a song on guns
Please don't rap 'bout girls and chains, please don't rap 'bout doing drugs
Please don't sell out, please don't fail us, please don't kill yourself and blame us
Please don't blow up, please get better, please stay underground forever
Please don't let the money change you, please be good with what you've made
Please remain who you were when we found you halfway in your grave
Are you depressed again? Write about it, please explain
'Cause when you feel like dying, that shit just helps me through my day
[Pre-Chorus]
Look, I ain't changing for a buck, I ain't changing for a fan
I ain't changing nothing up, this is who the fuck I am
If you fuck with me, I'll hope that y'all enjoy it
Beware of all the fake fans trying to destroy it, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain't switching it up, I am the man that I was
Way before I blew up and everyone fell in love
Never once gave a fuck, been doing me from the jump
And I will never become the man that you wish I was
[Post-Chorus]
You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my mama, yeah
You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my boss, whoo
You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my papa, yeah
You ain't the Jesus on the cross, God bless you though
Please don't make a song on race, please don't make a song on guns
Please don't rap 'bout girls and chains, please don't rap 'bout doing drugs
Please don't sell out, please don't fail us, please don't kill yourself and blame us
Please don't blow up, please get better, please stay underground forever
Please don't let the money change you, please be good with what you've made
Please remain who you were when we found you halfway in your grave
Are you depressed again? Write about it, please explain
'Cause when you feel like dying, that shit just helps me through my day
[Pre-Chorus]
Look, I ain't changing for a buck, I ain't changing for a fan
I ain't changing nothing up, this is who the fuck I am
If you fuck with me, I'll hope that y'all enjoy it
Beware of all the fake fans trying to destroy it, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain't switching it up, I am the man that I was
Way before I blew up and everyone fell in love
Never once gave a fuck, been doing me from the jump
And I will never become the man that you wish I was
[Post-Chorus]
You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my mama, yeah
You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my boss, whoo
You ain't, you ain't, you ain't my papa, yeah
You ain't the Jesus on the cross, God bless you though
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