Lately everyone been talking crazy
Feel like everybody’s got some shit to say. They misinterpreted my good
And expected I was just gon’ step away.
If there’s a heart that pumps
And there’s 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
Then ever touch the brakes.
I built this fuckin’ house.
They the kinda people that be dyin’ for exposure.
They the kinda people that can mad lose composure.
They the kinda people that are never goin’ forward.
They are just the ones,
The ones that are lookin’ for apologies.
Hatin’ real loud but they follow me.
Screamin’ at the top of they’re lungs
I’m the scum of the earth,
In the same damn breathe
Trying to 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 fuckin’ paid,
I ain’t spend a dollar on a fuckin’ 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.
Seein’ the reaction videos all blowin’ up
And your welcome for all of the views.
Blow up my Twitter,
Y’all just keep makin’ me bigger.
Y’all just keep showing your trigger.
Y’all just keep missing the point
And I keep doin’ me,
Y’all ain’t nothin’ to even consider.
Man I built this fuckin’ house.
I’m the kinda person makin’ music with a purpose.
You’re the kinda people that be hatin’ on the surface.
I’m the kind that you ain’t used to,
The kind that make you nervous.
Back before I even wrote the record,
I could see this comin’ like a fortune teller.
And the calm sea don’t make skilled sailor
So I thank the heavens for the stormy weather.
Ok fast forward to when we’re old and gray,
I’ll be lookin’ back on when they post some hate,
And it will hurt a bit, but it was worth it
When your dream is gettin’ heard no matter what they say.
I tried conveying that I love us all,
And the way I did it left them 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.
And 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 chiseled 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 money to make on my budget with.
No booking agent.
No bucket list.
Man we built this fuckin’ house.
When my day’s end
And it’s vacant
And they bury me
With that only key
My biggest fans gon’ 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
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 of 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,
Then attach it to ten feet
Of branches and twigs
And then plant in mud
Till it stands in the wind,
Then they’ll stand there
And look at the shit that we did
That we never imagined
We’d do cause of them.
Our blood and sweat and tears
Went in to what we built
Till we were begged,
So we use blood and sweat and tears
Of enemies to build our flags.
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 dog,
Everyone will have
Something to say dog,
Their opinions don’t mean shit,
Tryin’ judge yo engine by yo 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 tryin’ to dream more and sleep less,
Avoid the pills when we’re depressed.
Remember to not be too hard on ourselves,
If we cut deep enough we all bleed red.
Man you never know
When it’s time to go.
Heavens open when
The bars are closed.
So seize the moment,
Don’t leave it you hopin’
You’ll breathe tomorrow,
You could be a ghost.
I’m livin’ 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