Chords for Tom MacDonald - "This House" (WHITEBOY RESPONSE)

[Dm] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ Lately everyone been talking crazy feel like everybody's got some to say they [G] misinterpreted my good intentions and expected
I was just gonna [F] 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 [Dm] and they don't have the guts to make a dumb [G] mistake
I'd rather crash the car than [F] never touch the brakes.
I built this house
They're [C] the kind of people that be dying for exposure.
They're the kind of people that get mad lose composure
They're the kind of people that are never going forward
They're just ones the ones that are looking for apologies hate real lab
But they follow me screaming at the top of their lungs
I'm the scum of the earth and the same damn breath trying to preach about equality back before I wrote this song on race
They all ignored that I had something great.
They [B] 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 [F] I'm paid
I ain't spend a dollar on the chain.
I'll get my mama house
I got my dad a car make my sister rich.
She'll never work again.
And this catered 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 [D] my Twitter
Y'all just keep making me bigger.
Y'all just keep showing your trigger.
Y'all [F] just keep missing the point and I keep [G] doing me
I'll ain't nothing to [Am] even consider man.
I built this house
I'm the kind of person making music with a purpose you the kind of people that be hating on the surface
I'm the kind of you ain't used to the kind of make you nervous
Yeah, before I even wrote the record I can see this coming like a fortune teller run a calm seat
I'll 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 when they posted hating it will hurt a bit but it was worth it when you dream is [G] getting hurt
No [Am] matter what they say I try conveying that I love us all and the way I did it left him so appalled
I used a broken arm to try and break their [Em] wall no matter what [Am] they say
They know it took balls
I surveyed the land and I found a location unloaded the lumber and pounded the stakes and I blended [G] the bones of the people who
Hated with blood and cement and I poured [F] the foundation
I built the frame with all my guilt and shame and then I chiseled my name in the day in the [G] basement
I carve my initials and all of the boards and the beams that are needed [Am] for structural greatness.
No record label.
No distribution
No, cosine no [A] publicist.
No manager.
No teammates.
No money to make up my budget with [F] no groceries.
No studio
No booking agent.
No bucket [A] list.
No PR.
No marketing just fans
Man, we built this house when my days and and it's fake and and they bury me with that only key
My biggest fans won't break in with a Ouija board and a box of chalk draw a pentagram
Hail Satan try to bring me back from that wooden box
I tried to fill my [F#m] grave with then they'll sit on [C] the roof of the rifles
I hid in the fridge and I'll shoot at the men on the ridge who are coming to undo the work that I did then
They'll block up the highway that leads to the crib and put sensors on all of the boards in the bridge
So they know [A] when they're coming to empty the clip [B] then they'll cut all the bodies and cut off the skin
They [C] connect all the [F] pieces with needles and pins and attach it to 10 feet of branches and twigs and I planted in mud
Till it stands in the wind and I'll stand there and look at this that we [Em] did that we never [F] imagined
[D] Our blood and sweat and tears went into what we built so we were banks
So we use blood [C] and sweat and tears of [F] enemies to build our flag built this house.
We laid [Am] these bricks
We set these traps these flames.
We laid our haters doused in gasoline.
They brought to try and torture us with
Let him hate dog.
Everyone will have something to say dog
Your opinions don't mean trying to judge your engine by your paint job gravestone.
I'm a cheap death
There's too much.
I ain't seen yet.
They think that I got it way over my head, but I feel like I just got my feet
Wet which I dream all my sleep less avoid the pills when we're depressed
Remember to not be too hard on ourselves if we cut deep enough we up the bread man
You never know when it's time to go heaven's open when the bars [G] are closed.
So seize the moment
Don't leave it hoping you'll breathe tomorrow.
You could be a ghost
[Am] I'm living my life to finish line is right in front of me made [G] a fishing wire
So I'll never see it till it's too late when God shakes my hand, please [Am] celebrate
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