Dear Donald I must say
The song title here does self-explain
The theme to your past year plus of fame
A grind just to escape your name
Every morning I'm on the twitter
I keep up with you cuz you're the leader
Of the USA, nah Christian's say that
You're the golden god to whom they pray
6'3 and 239
I've been 5'11 and 245
But if you put a picture side by side
It's obvious as f*ck you lie
How could people just believe
On faith alone that you'll succeed
When your past is clear as day to us
You're nothing Donald Trump your time is up
Who will take the blame while we're playing your game?
Who's our saving grace?
Not the ones who claim blind faith
Evil men and jealousy
To all the women on Donald's side
I give you props that you could hide
The feeling you must have pent up behind
The smiles and the trials you can't deny cuz
He's a f*cking rapist. A rapist
A rapist, a sadist
A fat ass orange face f*cker baseless
Tasteless, fascist
McDonald's on call
Ronald take the hint you could save us all
With the dollar menu Don can't go wrong
How could be healthy
Unless he's the god they told me?
Holy shit you little prick you're the anti-christ
Or the second christ. Can't explain the difference
Who will take the blame while we're playing your game?
Who's our saving grace?
Not the ones who claim blind faith
Evil men and jealousy
Evangelical's where I hail from
Half the family's still in a state of
Mind manipulation although
Papa I wish you were an angel
But damn if I never trusted god
I plan to expand my knowledge as far
As the stars. Could I possibly go to Mars
And think of something clever for the rest of these bars?
I just keep running around, fight or flight
From my insecurities. Why do I
Expect the worst but always chase the best?
Every night I f*cking cry and take the weight off my chest
Papa there's an inch of me that still believes
In that two-part mother f*cking fantasy
Cuz the only way that you'd be looking down on me
Is if you had no evil or jealousy
Who will take the blame?
Does it matter anyway?
Who will take the blame while we're playing your game?
Who's our saving grace?
Not the ones who claim blind faith
Evil men and jealousy
Original Issue - Evil Men and Jealousy (feat. Brad West & Shane Hamm) Lyrics
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English
Dear Donald I must say
The song title here does self-explain
The theme to your past year plus of fame
A grind just to escape your name
Every morning I'm on the twitter
I keep up with you cuz you're the leader
Of the USA, nah Christian's say that
You're the golden god to whom they pray
6'3 and 239
I've been 5'11 and 245
But if you put a picture side by side
It's obvious as f*ck you lie
How could people just believe
On faith alone that you'll succeed
When your past is clear as day to us
You're nothing Donald Trump your time is up
Who will take the blame while we're playing your game?
Who's our saving grace?
Not the ones who claim blind faith
Evil men and jealousy
To all the women on Donald's side
I give you props that you could hide
The feeling you must have pent up behind
The smiles and the trials you can't deny cuz
He's a f*cking rapist. A rapist
A rapist, a sadist
A fat ass orange face f*cker baseless
Tasteless, fascist
McDonald's on call
Ronald take the hint you could save us all
With the dollar menu Don can't go wrong
How could be healthy
Unless he's the god they told me?
Holy shit you little prick you're the anti-christ
Or the second christ. Can't explain the difference
Who will take the blame while we're playing your game?
Who's our saving grace?
Not the ones who claim blind faith
Evil men and jealousy
Evangelical's where I hail from
Half the family's still in a state of
Mind manipulation although
Papa I wish you were an angel
But damn if I never trusted god
I plan to expand my knowledge as far
As the stars. Could I possibly go to Mars
And think of something clever for the rest of these bars?
I just keep running around, fight or flight
From my insecurities. Why do I
Expect the worst but always chase the best?
Every night I f*cking cry and take the weight off my chest
Papa there's an inch of me that still believes
In that two-part mother f*cking fantasy
Cuz the only way that you'd be looking down on me
Is if you had no evil or jealousy
Who will take the blame?
Does it matter anyway?
Who will take the blame while we're playing your game?
Who's our saving grace?
Not the ones who claim blind faith
Evil men and jealousy
The song title here does self-explain
The theme to your past year plus of fame
A grind just to escape your name
Every morning I'm on the twitter
I keep up with you cuz you're the leader
Of the USA, nah Christian's say that
You're the golden god to whom they pray
6'3 and 239
I've been 5'11 and 245
But if you put a picture side by side
It's obvious as f*ck you lie
How could people just believe
On faith alone that you'll succeed
When your past is clear as day to us
You're nothing Donald Trump your time is up
Who will take the blame while we're playing your game?
Who's our saving grace?
Not the ones who claim blind faith
Evil men and jealousy
To all the women on Donald's side
I give you props that you could hide
The feeling you must have pent up behind
The smiles and the trials you can't deny cuz
He's a f*cking rapist. A rapist
A rapist, a sadist
A fat ass orange face f*cker baseless
Tasteless, fascist
McDonald's on call
Ronald take the hint you could save us all
With the dollar menu Don can't go wrong
How could be healthy
Unless he's the god they told me?
Holy shit you little prick you're the anti-christ
Or the second christ. Can't explain the difference
Who will take the blame while we're playing your game?
Who's our saving grace?
Not the ones who claim blind faith
Evil men and jealousy
Evangelical's where I hail from
Half the family's still in a state of
Mind manipulation although
Papa I wish you were an angel
But damn if I never trusted god
I plan to expand my knowledge as far
As the stars. Could I possibly go to Mars
And think of something clever for the rest of these bars?
I just keep running around, fight or flight
From my insecurities. Why do I
Expect the worst but always chase the best?
Every night I f*cking cry and take the weight off my chest
Papa there's an inch of me that still believes
In that two-part mother f*cking fantasy
Cuz the only way that you'd be looking down on me
Is if you had no evil or jealousy
Who will take the blame?
Does it matter anyway?
Who will take the blame while we're playing your game?
Who's our saving grace?
Not the ones who claim blind faith
Evil men and jealousy
Writer: Christopher LaBarbera
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid