Hold up
Me and my dawgs so day one
You would think we didn't, grow up
Cause all they say
"The good die young, all the good don't last"
So what? I brought a record deal to the middle of the map
And I still, ain't blow up
Fuck fame, we don't need no one, me and my team pour up
All day roll up, celebratin' every day we don't spend poorer
Hesitation never get a closed mouth fed
Hesitation never booked a ten day tour, but I did, I did
And that was as a motherfucking kid, in the hood I was a young Brad Pitt
Cause I was that shit, and that's when I was hopping on the 19, grinding, plotting on this, so I need that pronto
Dreaming of the view on the top floor, three million views on a talk show
Now I'm finna tell the world who I talk for, this is for the ones
Riding around, smoking that dope
Riding around, smoking that dope
This is for the ones
High cause the flow so dope
High cause the flow so dope
If you been a real motherfucker your whole life
Live the hard-knock life and you can't pay bills, shit, that's all right
I feel that
But if you're gonna chill motherfucker, don't hold back, smoke up
And we can live a little bit, cause we ain't worried about shit
We ain't worried about shit
You ain't living this life though
You ain't living my life
You can't do it
You ain't living this life though
You ain't living my life
I've been through it
You ain't living this life though
You ain't living this life
You can't do it
You ain't living my life though
You ain't living my life
I've been through it
Let me talk
I remember you when you were just a teen
Battle rapping on 116th
Take the rapid to the square, I meet B
Posted in the trap with the shrimp for weeks
(What happened?)
I love you C-L-E, that's why I'm trying to take us to the T-O-P
I'm sick of seeing suckas busy, always trying to leech, lucky I ain't never charged a hundred fifty for a feat, cause
Everybody want some
Seen me on the television once, think I'm balling but really I ain't got none
Why you think I never changed?
Y'all don't get it
Tell me, how would you feel?
If you went back home and the love's all gone cause you always kept it too real
Tell them bum motherfuckers go and get it on your own
This is for the ones who stuck with your boy like glue
One time for the crew, the ones who'd never leave me for the loot, the ones who, if I need, gon' shoot
This is for the ones who smoking that dope
Riding around, smoking that dope
This is for the ones
High cause the flow so dope
High cause the flow so dope
Kells
If you been a real motherfucker your whole life
Live the hard-knock life and you can't pay bills, shit, that's all right
I feel that
But if you're gonna chill motherfucker, don't hold back, smoke up
And we can live a little bit, cause we ain't worried about shit
We ain't worried about shit
You ain't living this life though
You ain't living my life
You can't do it
You ain't living this life though
You ain't living my life
I've been through it
You ain't living this life though
You ain't living this life
You can't do it
You ain't living my life though
You ain't living my life
I've been through it
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Machine Gun Kelly"...
Ain't nobody love me as a broke motherfucker
When I was a youngin' from the O, motherfucker
See me on the come up, never spoke, motherfucker
Tell me how you figure that I owe motherfuckers
Now I think about them, man I own motherfuckers
I be charging twenty just to host motherfuckers
I was just with.. in the Ghost, motherfuckers
Y'all need to worry about your car notes, motherfuckers
Aye, can I live?
Maybe I could if everybody put one foot in my kicks
And realize I own this shit
Give me one good spliff, to the face
Put the city on my back like capes
Super OG in the papes, realEST motherfucker in the race
Young Kells, put the name to the face..
Till I Die: Part II lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, French Montana, Yo Gotti & Ray Cash)
[MGK & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
Awaitin' to die, oh, shit, I'm always on my mind
East 1999, nigga, St. Clair
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from
[MGK:]
The motherfuckin' land, get it straight
Boy, you will get scraped
Bitch, I'm from the motherfuckin' land of the apes
Get the fuck out my face (bitch)
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm blowin' strong
E'rywhere I go (e'rywhere I go), everyday, everybody know
In my hood, motherfuckers get it on
[Yo Gotti:]
Puttin' on for the city like Snowman
Cause in my city I don't snow, man
And that ain't no diss to Jeezy
Cause Jeezy know what's up, believe
That's my nigga back in Puerto Rico
'Fore the rap shit popped, we were talkin' kilos
Tell the Puerto Rican bitch centerfold the plug
Big bottle of numbers and we call him Nino
Yo, one ounce and a pound bag, I know I'm livin'
I'm a north Memphis nigga till I die, dawg
Yeah, motherfuck a suit and tie, dawg
We don't want our hats to the back with the five, dawg
Bang, put the plug on chill
Told 'em I ain't through yet, hell naw, I ain't retire, dawg
I just want a piece of mind, dawg
Why you hatin' on a nigga from the city? Lemme shine, dawg
[MGK:]
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on
[MGK & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from
[French Montana:]
Yo, I be drivin' all the foreign cars 'til the day I die
Fuckin' all the foreign hoes 'til the day I die
Went to hit the dealer, then a nigga drove it out
When 'em doors go up, all them panties fallin' down
Niggas ain't know me then, but 'em niggas know me know
When I pull up in the Benz, all the jewels drippin' down
I be fuckin' up arenas, all 'em hoes singin' now
I be fuckin' with them boys that lift you off the ground
I stand out, spent a hun'ed racks to put the band on it
Shawty bendin' it over, let me land on it
Grabbin' brown bags, Uncle Sam, homie
Got the pussy jumpin', dove a HAM on it
Young nigga goin' hard
If you talk about them cars, fuck y'all like the dealer
Now, I did it for my dawgs
I be smokin' out the jar like a dreadlock, haann
[Ray Cash:]
Ay, Bleed, keep puttin' on
I said keep puttin' on, Ray been puttin' on
See, I bossed wit' my mans wit' the plug, put 'em on
In the plug, put 'em on, yeah
Yeah, East Side for life
I'm a real Cleveland legend, I'm a ride 'til the day I die
Get high, bury me with my chrome .45
Now tell me, now tell me, do that sound familiar?
If you from Cleveland, you are la familia
If you get money one hundred, you know that we filmin' you
[MGK:]
Hold up, bitch, I'm from the land and y'all know that
Y'all never should have let me go back
Even when I didn't had no plaque
I was courtside in the Cavaliers throwback
I was over nineteen ridin' up Miles
Back when I was nineteen turnin' up wild
I was in the flats when the land slanged goals
Ridin' up Satchel when them boys slanged hoes
I was on the clear when L came down
Leavin' out of work, went to rap it downtown
I was in the club when they played "We Ball"
And I repped my hood and everybody started brawlin'
Back when I was sixteen, I was spittin' sixteen
Hoppin' up the Blue Line on 116
Tryin' to get my fifteen minutes of fame, shit changed
Now I'm on the big screen like...
[MGK & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from
Awaitin' to die, oh, shit, I'm always on my mind
East 1999, nigga, St. Clair
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from
[MGK:]
The motherfuckin' land, get it straight
Boy, you will get scraped
Bitch, I'm from the motherfuckin' land of the apes
Get the fuck out my face (bitch)
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm blowin' strong
E'rywhere I go (e'rywhere I go), everyday, everybody know
In my hood, motherfuckers get it on
[Yo Gotti:]
Puttin' on for the city like Snowman
Cause in my city I don't snow, man
And that ain't no diss to Jeezy
Cause Jeezy know what's up, believe
That's my nigga back in Puerto Rico
'Fore the rap shit popped, we were talkin' kilos
Tell the Puerto Rican bitch centerfold the plug
Big bottle of numbers and we call him Nino
Yo, one ounce and a pound bag, I know I'm livin'
I'm a north Memphis nigga till I die, dawg
Yeah, motherfuck a suit and tie, dawg
We don't want our hats to the back with the five, dawg
Bang, put the plug on chill
Told 'em I ain't through yet, hell naw, I ain't retire, dawg
I just want a piece of mind, dawg
Why you hatin' on a nigga from the city? Lemme shine, dawg
[MGK:]
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on
[MGK & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from
[French Montana:]
Yo, I be drivin' all the foreign cars 'til the day I die
Fuckin' all the foreign hoes 'til the day I die
Went to hit the dealer, then a nigga drove it out
When 'em doors go up, all them panties fallin' down
Niggas ain't know me then, but 'em niggas know me know
When I pull up in the Benz, all the jewels drippin' down
I be fuckin' up arenas, all 'em hoes singin' now
I be fuckin' with them boys that lift you off the ground
I stand out, spent a hun'ed racks to put the band on it
Shawty bendin' it over, let me land on it
Grabbin' brown bags, Uncle Sam, homie
Got the pussy jumpin', dove a HAM on it
Young nigga goin' hard
If you talk about them cars, fuck y'all like the dealer
Now, I did it for my dawgs
I be smokin' out the jar like a dreadlock, haann
[Ray Cash:]
Ay, Bleed, keep puttin' on
I said keep puttin' on, Ray been puttin' on
See, I bossed wit' my mans wit' the plug, put 'em on
In the plug, put 'em on, yeah
Yeah, East Side for life
I'm a real Cleveland legend, I'm a ride 'til the day I die
Get high, bury me with my chrome .45
Now tell me, now tell me, do that sound familiar?
If you from Cleveland, you are la familia
If you get money one hundred, you know that we filmin' you
[MGK:]
Hold up, bitch, I'm from the land and y'all know that
Y'all never should have let me go back
Even when I didn't had no plaque
I was courtside in the Cavaliers throwback
I was over nineteen ridin' up Miles
Back when I was nineteen turnin' up wild
I was in the flats when the land slanged goals
Ridin' up Satchel when them boys slanged hoes
I was on the clear when L came down
Leavin' out of work, went to rap it downtown
I was in the club when they played "We Ball"
And I repped my hood and everybody started brawlin'
Back when I was sixteen, I was spittin' sixteen
Hoppin' up the Blue Line on 116
Tryin' to get my fifteen minutes of fame, shit changed
Now I'm on the big screen like...
[MGK & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from
4th Coast Freestyle lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Intro:]
Ay dolph if I had to borrow this beat
My city need me real quick
[Verse:]
My bitches say I'm nasty than a mothafucka
I hit the jace thraxy than a mothafucka
Vintage frames classic than a mothafucka
Backseat of the uber ashin' like a mothafucka
I be high as Snoop, sippin' gin and juice
Get me drunk I'll stomp yo ass out in these diesel boots
In the streets tryin' to change me, but I can't do that
My city miss me so I booked a jet and flew back
Ay fuck yo questions what you askin' bout this mothafucka
It ain't no talkin' it's just action out this mothafucka
Talk bout Cleveland then we taxin' out this mothafucka
We get them Benjamins and Jacksons out that mothafucka
I went from one bedroom apartments to a mansion (whoa there)
I fuck my bitch and we listen to Marilyn Manson (whoa there)
They be tryin' figure out how I get all the grams
I say the plug is my mothafuckin' biggest fan
Blow some smoke up in the air, let them know we here
Let me make it clear, don't you ever mothafuckin' dare
Disrespect the youngest bosses up in here, this is not a game
I am just a player, I see all this tryin' take up my career
I need inspiration, I look in the mirror
Pablo Escobar with the yay, I don't sell it I just let'em play
I don't tell'em, they just know what's up
Clean the whole plate, let me fuck
Hit the range on a Sunday, I'm like Rambo with the K
Put some pictures of my haters on
Load them rounds up, let them spray
That's some fucked up shit to say
Oh well, I'm fucked up anyway
Few have the suite at the palms
Black suits like it's wedding day
We don't wife shit, we just pipe shit
EST dawg that's for life shit
I'm a livin' legend fuck the hype shit
I'm a livin' legend fuck the hype shit
I'm on my shit call a flight to the grammys
Like give me what you owe me
Lookin' like Cavaliers at the finals
I'm about to get the fuckin' trophy
Ride around the land with my top down
Just standin' on the bridge at my town
4th coast midwest represent (rep, rep)
We don't talk about it, we just rep the shit
Ride around the land with my top down
Just standin' on the bridge at my town
4th coast midwest represent (rep, rep)
We don't talk about it, we just rep the shit
[Outro:]
(I'm back bitch, Ay!)
Ay dolph if I had to borrow this beat
My city need me real quick
[Verse:]
My bitches say I'm nasty than a mothafucka
I hit the jace thraxy than a mothafucka
Vintage frames classic than a mothafucka
Backseat of the uber ashin' like a mothafucka
I be high as Snoop, sippin' gin and juice
Get me drunk I'll stomp yo ass out in these diesel boots
In the streets tryin' to change me, but I can't do that
My city miss me so I booked a jet and flew back
Ay fuck yo questions what you askin' bout this mothafucka
It ain't no talkin' it's just action out this mothafucka
Talk bout Cleveland then we taxin' out this mothafucka
We get them Benjamins and Jacksons out that mothafucka
I went from one bedroom apartments to a mansion (whoa there)
I fuck my bitch and we listen to Marilyn Manson (whoa there)
They be tryin' figure out how I get all the grams
I say the plug is my mothafuckin' biggest fan
Blow some smoke up in the air, let them know we here
Let me make it clear, don't you ever mothafuckin' dare
Disrespect the youngest bosses up in here, this is not a game
I am just a player, I see all this tryin' take up my career
I need inspiration, I look in the mirror
Pablo Escobar with the yay, I don't sell it I just let'em play
I don't tell'em, they just know what's up
Clean the whole plate, let me fuck
Hit the range on a Sunday, I'm like Rambo with the K
Put some pictures of my haters on
Load them rounds up, let them spray
That's some fucked up shit to say
Oh well, I'm fucked up anyway
Few have the suite at the palms
Black suits like it's wedding day
We don't wife shit, we just pipe shit
EST dawg that's for life shit
I'm a livin' legend fuck the hype shit
I'm a livin' legend fuck the hype shit
I'm on my shit call a flight to the grammys
Like give me what you owe me
Lookin' like Cavaliers at the finals
I'm about to get the fuckin' trophy
Ride around the land with my top down
Just standin' on the bridge at my town
4th coast midwest represent (rep, rep)
We don't talk about it, we just rep the shit
Ride around the land with my top down
Just standin' on the bridge at my town
4th coast midwest represent (rep, rep)
We don't talk about it, we just rep the shit
[Outro:]
(I'm back bitch, Ay!)
Dopeman lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Dopeman
Dopeman
Fuck the police
JP Did This One
I just hung up with the dope man
He just pulled up in the O van
Piece in my pocket click clack
Bitch I don't trust nobody get back
My tempo is slurred
Twist that hash with my herb
Mix that soda and syrup
Holdin' my strap like The Purge
Undercovers is the undercovers
Run motherfucker run motherfucker
My homie Tone threw his 45 on the ground
Both got lost and they never get found
Cut through the park stay low, stay low
Hear the pitbulls bark there they go
I should've went to class this month
But I said fuck that I'm ghost, so
I just rolled up on the dope man
Ay, young gunna, OKAY
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I just got a scale by the way
Shout out Patty Cake by the way
Told me never put a whole gram in a dime
Give 'em point seven and them fools be fine
But how you gon' sell by the way
You ain't got a clientele by the way
I'm a hit Tri-C with a couple packs
And if the motherfuckers sellin I'm a double back
Phone ringin more than the operator
And the dealers who deliver gettin all the paper
I spend Sunday trapping on Union
Serving my people like Communion
Can I front em a ten (No)
I am not a friend (No)
Give me money, take this (dope)
Can I get an amen?
Kells!
OKAY
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
We gotta make some money
It can help us out with a better car
Man fuck his son
You gotta better idea?
It's gonna be somethin' ya'know
We can get a job at Mcdonald's
Man we can't get no bitches smellin' like french fries
We can get fat bitches
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Fuck the police
JP Did This One
I just hung up with the dope man
He just pulled up in the O van
Piece in my pocket click clack
Bitch I don't trust nobody get back
My tempo is slurred
Twist that hash with my herb
Mix that soda and syrup
Holdin' my strap like The Purge
Undercovers is the undercovers
Run motherfucker run motherfucker
My homie Tone threw his 45 on the ground
Both got lost and they never get found
Cut through the park stay low, stay low
Hear the pitbulls bark there they go
I should've went to class this month
But I said fuck that I'm ghost, so
I just rolled up on the dope man
Ay, young gunna, OKAY
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I just got a scale by the way
Shout out Patty Cake by the way
Told me never put a whole gram in a dime
Give 'em point seven and them fools be fine
But how you gon' sell by the way
You ain't got a clientele by the way
I'm a hit Tri-C with a couple packs
And if the motherfuckers sellin I'm a double back
Phone ringin more than the operator
And the dealers who deliver gettin all the paper
I spend Sunday trapping on Union
Serving my people like Communion
Can I front em a ten (No)
I am not a friend (No)
Give me money, take this (dope)
Can I get an amen?
Kells!
OKAY
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
We gotta make some money
It can help us out with a better car
Man fuck his son
You gotta better idea?
It's gonna be somethin' ya'know
We can get a job at Mcdonald's
Man we can't get no bitches smellin' like french fries
We can get fat bitches
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Fire In The Booth (Freestyle) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Now there's a meaning to this thing called life
But you just gotta find it in this thing called strife
I wish I could rewind and show you this is all hype
Show you just because they stars doesn't mean they got stripes, for real though
But me, I got them verses that'll kill though
And me, I'm EST now that's a family I would kill for
Shout out to the fans who held me down before the deal though
And I can't forget my team, I pray one day we'll make a million, and blow it all
Cause when we die we ain't taking it wit us
Materials make a [?]
Now ain't that backwards we impressed by the fame in this era
My girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
She don't need an umbrella either just give her the ring
We don't need help, they the built the pyramids without a crane
Insane sometimes I feel we born without a brain
We only looking at the dollars, what we really need is change
I'm sayin, if that shit doesn't register, might as well get used to stealing singles out the register
Baby momma calling, she need 30 for a pedicure
Student loan collector blow your phone up on the regular
How we supposed to live baby? This isn't it baby
We supposed to have a condo and a crib baby
But you forgot the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they just remember the name
Kells...
Now go and get it homie
One thing for sure I know the block ain't gonna get it for me
Two thing's for certain, I ain't tryna let em [?]
And if they is just know I'm walking wit my pistol on me
This ain't that B shit or C shit, this is that D.O.D shit
That means Do or Die, cause ain't no you, if it's you and I
I ain't a gangster but I will be just to stay alive
I'm rollin' in the cut, staying high
Roll to the cinema and stay the night
My life's like TV with this daytime drama
All this Law and Order, a lot of comedy
And relationships like Tina and Ike, these bitches crazy
That's why I'm tellin' ya
Look up at the sky instead of staring at a cellular
You could be the greatest why would you wanna be regular?
Just know that your greatness comes from how they gon' remember ya
Not from how you spend baby, that isn't it baby
You ain't gotta have a condo or a crib baby
But now you know the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they just remember the name...
Kells
Rose from the ashes like a Phoenix
Rose, rose [?]
Got my weight up in my hood we call that triple-beamin'
Fuck introductions, skip the name and just call me Cleveland
Homie caught up at bail, tryna get out this precinct
Tell 'em we give 'em hell, funny I started preaching
And when I say I gotta respect the city you gon' believe it
Cause everybody left us and they know I'm never leaving
So I turn it up one time for the days standing on the corner
Talkin' shit and getting lifted, sippin' brews and Arizona
And when one time came through everybody gone except for me
I couldn't leave, I am a loner, with the mind of a stoner
And dreams of putting this game in a choker
And fuckin her till she pay me like Oprah
I'm not a hoper, I'm a knower
I'll voice in the forecast like Al Roker
So even if it pours, I am Noah, two oars
Two rowers, row us to two shores
I found promised land, now we lying on two floors
One for the fam, the other for two whores
Fuck two minutes, I did this in two chords, of course
I'm too versatile for a chorus
I'm done too many tours to be a tourist
Fuck the magazine, I am the Source
I am too bossed to be employed
More stories about your boy than Chuck Norris
Man, listen up!...
All I know, all I know
I am from the city where the grass don't grow
I am from the city in the middle of the map
Where half these motherfuckers that rap don't go
All I know, all I know
If I throw this cash then her ass get slow
But I am from the city where the cash don't blow
So I came up for myself and smash that ho
Smash that ho, smash that ho
Treat her like a bop it and I pass that ho
And I ain't saying nothing that my fans don't know
I'm an EST boy till the casket close
Six foot deep, six foot three
Eight motherfuckers in the SUV
Eight new states in a seven day week
Whole world laced up like some brand new sneaks
And they know I'm gonna raise till I'm face up
Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up
Damn these EST boy's done came up
Dirty ass Chucks and a bad bitch lace up...
[?]
But you just gotta find it in this thing called strife
I wish I could rewind and show you this is all hype
Show you just because they stars doesn't mean they got stripes, for real though
But me, I got them verses that'll kill though
And me, I'm EST now that's a family I would kill for
Shout out to the fans who held me down before the deal though
And I can't forget my team, I pray one day we'll make a million, and blow it all
Cause when we die we ain't taking it wit us
Materials make a [?]
Now ain't that backwards we impressed by the fame in this era
My girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
She don't need an umbrella either just give her the ring
We don't need help, they the built the pyramids without a crane
Insane sometimes I feel we born without a brain
We only looking at the dollars, what we really need is change
I'm sayin, if that shit doesn't register, might as well get used to stealing singles out the register
Baby momma calling, she need 30 for a pedicure
Student loan collector blow your phone up on the regular
How we supposed to live baby? This isn't it baby
We supposed to have a condo and a crib baby
But you forgot the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they just remember the name
Kells...
Now go and get it homie
One thing for sure I know the block ain't gonna get it for me
Two thing's for certain, I ain't tryna let em [?]
And if they is just know I'm walking wit my pistol on me
This ain't that B shit or C shit, this is that D.O.D shit
That means Do or Die, cause ain't no you, if it's you and I
I ain't a gangster but I will be just to stay alive
I'm rollin' in the cut, staying high
Roll to the cinema and stay the night
My life's like TV with this daytime drama
All this Law and Order, a lot of comedy
And relationships like Tina and Ike, these bitches crazy
That's why I'm tellin' ya
Look up at the sky instead of staring at a cellular
You could be the greatest why would you wanna be regular?
Just know that your greatness comes from how they gon' remember ya
Not from how you spend baby, that isn't it baby
You ain't gotta have a condo or a crib baby
But now you know the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they just remember the name...
Kells
Rose from the ashes like a Phoenix
Rose, rose [?]
Got my weight up in my hood we call that triple-beamin'
Fuck introductions, skip the name and just call me Cleveland
Homie caught up at bail, tryna get out this precinct
Tell 'em we give 'em hell, funny I started preaching
And when I say I gotta respect the city you gon' believe it
Cause everybody left us and they know I'm never leaving
So I turn it up one time for the days standing on the corner
Talkin' shit and getting lifted, sippin' brews and Arizona
And when one time came through everybody gone except for me
I couldn't leave, I am a loner, with the mind of a stoner
And dreams of putting this game in a choker
And fuckin her till she pay me like Oprah
I'm not a hoper, I'm a knower
I'll voice in the forecast like Al Roker
So even if it pours, I am Noah, two oars
Two rowers, row us to two shores
I found promised land, now we lying on two floors
One for the fam, the other for two whores
Fuck two minutes, I did this in two chords, of course
I'm too versatile for a chorus
I'm done too many tours to be a tourist
Fuck the magazine, I am the Source
I am too bossed to be employed
More stories about your boy than Chuck Norris
Man, listen up!...
All I know, all I know
I am from the city where the grass don't grow
I am from the city in the middle of the map
Where half these motherfuckers that rap don't go
All I know, all I know
If I throw this cash then her ass get slow
But I am from the city where the cash don't blow
So I came up for myself and smash that ho
Smash that ho, smash that ho
Treat her like a bop it and I pass that ho
And I ain't saying nothing that my fans don't know
I'm an EST boy till the casket close
Six foot deep, six foot three
Eight motherfuckers in the SUV
Eight new states in a seven day week
Whole world laced up like some brand new sneaks
And they know I'm gonna raise till I'm face up
Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up
Damn these EST boy's done came up
Dirty ass Chucks and a bad bitch lace up...
[?]
Just What I Am (Remix) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
9:56 AM
Roll the windows down
Let the smoke out, aye
Wake and bitch
Aye, I'm just what you made, God
I been high as fuck
Since me and my home boy a rhyme
Was in town with city tryna catch that bus
We out chere what you mean?
Back in shaker, baggin' tree
Baby mama call from the college
Said them kids wanna pay the fee
I'm up early in the morning
Smoke in public, my trap is jumpin'
I made two hundred, that count for somethin'
I pull up get them lil Debbie muffins
I'm out chere on my daughter
Whiskey, weed, and water
Just beat that misdemeanor last week
Need more money for the lawyer
I need new carpet at the crib
God damn this roach is where I live
So dope, put some groceries in the fridge
Young man, just hope that God forgives
Fast forward, old hoes knockin' on my door
Askin' where do I be at now
Smokin' loud on my tour bus
Famous bitch in my back lounge
I done blew up past rap now
And it feel good bitch I'm from the hood
So I lived a life I that I should you, hoe
Get the shit understood you, hoe
Came in this shit as a kid, you know
I ain't Cudi, but that's the buddy
We in couch party talkin' Cobain
Smokin' hella J's out in London
No beef at 16, I had no chips at 16
Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom
Diamond Cleveland championship rings
We need all of them big things
Just cause we deserve it
Just cause the ones who fucked me over
All need to see if it was worth it
Damn, old homies switched up on me
Why am I not surprised?
Lookin' at me like I need to share the piece
When they weren't even there to make the pie
Man, that's why
Yeah, yeah
Fake friends. Fuck them, right though
Ay fuck a fake friend, get high
And talk to God dawg motherfucker
Let me tell ya'll about my month ya'll
Codine in my blunts ya'll
Like why the fuck did I smoke the shit?
Fell asleep and never woke up from it
But whatever, that man ain't wearin' my denim pants
And these long, long nights on all this cocaine
Ain't working man
So, what am I to do
When the game is so fake and I am true
And my city just got the W
And the number one spot is vacant too
And I think my foot might fit the shoe
And I think my glasses look a fool
And I know my daughter so proud
Tell the kids my daddy got a pool
And I can't stop smilin' at the crib
I can't stop frownin' out in public
I got this paparazzi on me
Or see these rappers actin' funny
I see them stealin' what I did
I see them pimpin' out the culture
I heard the game missed the kid
Dear hip-hop this what I wrote y'all
Just what I am
Young kells in this motherfucker
Young gun in this motherfucker blam, aye
For my city though, for the game
EST. That is me, huh, hold up that is we, aye
Double X, aye,
We the best, aye
Bake boulevard going crazy though
Red lights motherfucker, white smoke, ha ha
Roll the windows down
Let the smoke out, aye
Wake and bitch
Aye, I'm just what you made, God
I been high as fuck
Since me and my home boy a rhyme
Was in town with city tryna catch that bus
We out chere what you mean?
Back in shaker, baggin' tree
Baby mama call from the college
Said them kids wanna pay the fee
I'm up early in the morning
Smoke in public, my trap is jumpin'
I made two hundred, that count for somethin'
I pull up get them lil Debbie muffins
I'm out chere on my daughter
Whiskey, weed, and water
Just beat that misdemeanor last week
Need more money for the lawyer
I need new carpet at the crib
God damn this roach is where I live
So dope, put some groceries in the fridge
Young man, just hope that God forgives
Fast forward, old hoes knockin' on my door
Askin' where do I be at now
Smokin' loud on my tour bus
Famous bitch in my back lounge
I done blew up past rap now
And it feel good bitch I'm from the hood
So I lived a life I that I should you, hoe
Get the shit understood you, hoe
Came in this shit as a kid, you know
I ain't Cudi, but that's the buddy
We in couch party talkin' Cobain
Smokin' hella J's out in London
No beef at 16, I had no chips at 16
Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom
Diamond Cleveland championship rings
We need all of them big things
Just cause we deserve it
Just cause the ones who fucked me over
All need to see if it was worth it
Damn, old homies switched up on me
Why am I not surprised?
Lookin' at me like I need to share the piece
When they weren't even there to make the pie
Man, that's why
Yeah, yeah
Fake friends. Fuck them, right though
Ay fuck a fake friend, get high
And talk to God dawg motherfucker
Let me tell ya'll about my month ya'll
Codine in my blunts ya'll
Like why the fuck did I smoke the shit?
Fell asleep and never woke up from it
But whatever, that man ain't wearin' my denim pants
And these long, long nights on all this cocaine
Ain't working man
So, what am I to do
When the game is so fake and I am true
And my city just got the W
And the number one spot is vacant too
And I think my foot might fit the shoe
And I think my glasses look a fool
And I know my daughter so proud
Tell the kids my daddy got a pool
And I can't stop smilin' at the crib
I can't stop frownin' out in public
I got this paparazzi on me
Or see these rappers actin' funny
I see them stealin' what I did
I see them pimpin' out the culture
I heard the game missed the kid
Dear hip-hop this what I wrote y'all
Just what I am
Young kells in this motherfucker
Young gun in this motherfucker blam, aye
For my city though, for the game
EST. That is me, huh, hold up that is we, aye
Double X, aye,
We the best, aye
Bake boulevard going crazy though
Red lights motherfucker, white smoke, ha ha
LA Leakers Freestyle #013 lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Look, you wanna know who's in my top ten
Me, me, me and me again
Run and tell them that it ain't pretend
No fake news, CNN
Run and tell them that I lay the pipe
All my exes still sprung
That must mean the double X's on my chest ain't the only thing huh
What did I do to deserve this?
I can tell you if you listen
The difference is you a gimmick, I earned this
Someone give me some detergent
I just came out of the mud
Wipe my sneakers on the rug
No ID's for the club
No idea where the stash is, hidden pocket for the drugs
Tell the police suck my dick like sluts
I will not budge
Nor will I trust, I am rich like Russ
I used to grab my daughter from her mothers house on 112th and Dove
They tried to kill me in my dads truck
I had a 40 in my pants tucked
You know I am from the land of
Young killers, no manners
Put the purple in the fantas
Eyes red like Santas
And now a driver pulls the van up
Now they watchin me wit cameras
Had to shut down the campus
All the way to Los Angeles
See ya'll got me on some trash
Got me speakin on the past
Like I wasn't on a private jet with Dan Gilbert gettin Kyrie at the draft
Like I wasn't shining on my XXL freshman class
Like I needed these collabs
Just to get these plaques
No, I got plenty of 'em
Man I'm solo on many of 'em
Y'all know I changed rap
Live shows I changed that
Mosh pits since way back
My guitar, I play that
Ya'll witnessing a rock star kissin on a pop star
Power, I bloom, no flower
Swisher sweet full of sour
That's a juxstaposition
Shut the fuck up and listen
Just to meet me in the present is a present
Meet me for dinner at seven, a celebration is in order
Book me a table at Beauty & Essex
I don't need the menu neither
Bring me some Yellow Tail and tequila
Used to eat Taco Bell every evening
That's what the fuck I was doing in Cleveland
Aye, worth the wait
Third album on the way, y'all know I slay
I shotgun pump, I don't pump brakes
I'm my favorite rapper alive since my favorite rapper banned me from Shade 45
I wonder, what now?
It's the Gunna (click clack, keep going?)
Look, ya'll don't gotta hear shit
Ask anybody in the 216 if my name rings bells in them bricks
Everybody know who that is
So what you hate boy, you late boy
You ain't heard about that great boy
The 3 letter name caucase boy
Used to live right there up the way boy
Man you heard about him, said the name
Saw the iTunes and clicked to play
You liked the shit and then bought the shit
And put 'em on a playlist right next to Jay
Yo girl saw me and I signed her tits
Disappeared, you couldn't find the bitch
And your heart stopped, you know what time it is
Aye her man called me like
Be humble, not now
It's the Gunner, need my crown
Gimme that
Me, me, me and me again
Run and tell them that it ain't pretend
No fake news, CNN
Run and tell them that I lay the pipe
All my exes still sprung
That must mean the double X's on my chest ain't the only thing huh
What did I do to deserve this?
I can tell you if you listen
The difference is you a gimmick, I earned this
Someone give me some detergent
I just came out of the mud
Wipe my sneakers on the rug
No ID's for the club
No idea where the stash is, hidden pocket for the drugs
Tell the police suck my dick like sluts
I will not budge
Nor will I trust, I am rich like Russ
I used to grab my daughter from her mothers house on 112th and Dove
They tried to kill me in my dads truck
I had a 40 in my pants tucked
You know I am from the land of
Young killers, no manners
Put the purple in the fantas
Eyes red like Santas
And now a driver pulls the van up
Now they watchin me wit cameras
Had to shut down the campus
All the way to Los Angeles
See ya'll got me on some trash
Got me speakin on the past
Like I wasn't on a private jet with Dan Gilbert gettin Kyrie at the draft
Like I wasn't shining on my XXL freshman class
Like I needed these collabs
Just to get these plaques
No, I got plenty of 'em
Man I'm solo on many of 'em
Y'all know I changed rap
Live shows I changed that
Mosh pits since way back
My guitar, I play that
Ya'll witnessing a rock star kissin on a pop star
Power, I bloom, no flower
Swisher sweet full of sour
That's a juxstaposition
Shut the fuck up and listen
Just to meet me in the present is a present
Meet me for dinner at seven, a celebration is in order
Book me a table at Beauty & Essex
I don't need the menu neither
Bring me some Yellow Tail and tequila
Used to eat Taco Bell every evening
That's what the fuck I was doing in Cleveland
Aye, worth the wait
Third album on the way, y'all know I slay
I shotgun pump, I don't pump brakes
I'm my favorite rapper alive since my favorite rapper banned me from Shade 45
I wonder, what now?
It's the Gunna (click clack, keep going?)
Look, ya'll don't gotta hear shit
Ask anybody in the 216 if my name rings bells in them bricks
Everybody know who that is
So what you hate boy, you late boy
You ain't heard about that great boy
The 3 letter name caucase boy
Used to live right there up the way boy
Man you heard about him, said the name
Saw the iTunes and clicked to play
You liked the shit and then bought the shit
And put 'em on a playlist right next to Jay
Yo girl saw me and I signed her tits
Disappeared, you couldn't find the bitch
And your heart stopped, you know what time it is
Aye her man called me like
Be humble, not now
It's the Gunner, need my crown
Gimme that
Till I Die (Cavs Remix) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Boy, I'm from The Land, till I die (till I die) till I die
On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die
Rockin' out Wine and Gold till I die (till I die) till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, yeah
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on
What you on?
Steppin' on the court like 23
I was made for the game like Kyrie
Representin' for the city, yeah I be
In the land, yeah that's where you gonna find me
Courtside at the Q in the floor seat, uh
Erry'body in the team eatin'
Green meals, y'all know it's the Green Season
Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eatin'
Whippin' with the hot sauce like I'm street leaguin', And-1 doe
On the flo' goin' up, doe
3 points to the dunk doe, me and Shump doe
My city, my city
Been turned up from the jump tho
Boy, I'm from The Land, till I die (till I die) till I die
On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die
Rockin' out Wine and Gold till I die (till I die) till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, ho
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on
On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die
Rockin' out Wine and Gold till I die (till I die) till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, yeah
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on
What you on?
Steppin' on the court like 23
I was made for the game like Kyrie
Representin' for the city, yeah I be
In the land, yeah that's where you gonna find me
Courtside at the Q in the floor seat, uh
Erry'body in the team eatin'
Green meals, y'all know it's the Green Season
Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eatin'
Whippin' with the hot sauce like I'm street leaguin', And-1 doe
On the flo' goin' up, doe
3 points to the dunk doe, me and Shump doe
My city, my city
Been turned up from the jump tho
Boy, I'm from The Land, till I die (till I die) till I die
On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die
Rockin' out Wine and Gold till I die (till I die) till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, ho
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on
Young Man lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Chief Keef
Sosa baby
Reportin' live from the GLO pad
Gang in this bitch
You know how we rockin', cut off stockings
Kush in my pocket nigga all designer
Get yo' girl number
Get ready for the turned up ha ha
Smack the shit outta him
Smack the shit outta him
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
They call me a savage (they call me a savage)
I be doin' damage (I be doin' damage)
Smokin' with your bitch (smokin', smokin', smokin')
Posin' for the camera, I look like a model (fuck it)
Jamo out the bottle (fuck it)
40 in the glove box, that shit fill you up with hollows (boom)
[Chief Keef:]
Where the smokes at?
Roll it, roll it, roll it
Cash in a bag
I hold it, hold it, hold it
Niggas hatin' on me
I know it, know it, know it
Got a pint of the narcotics
You know I'mma pour it, pour it, pour it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Bitch I pop top on your block on the west side feelin' like Pac
Bandana swing out my pocket
Middle finger up motherfuck cops
Catch me in the land with the hat back
Matte black Range Rove', pistol where the lap at.
OZ in the backpack, 26 years old, more hoes than the rat pack
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
This is for the motherfuckers who ain't livin' by the rules
This is for my youngins' out here finna act a motherfucking fool
I'm forever young blue and red pills feeling like the Matrix
You know where I'm from, don't nobody ask for nothin' we just take it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (always stay down for your bros)
Young man, young man (don't you ever break the code)
Young man, young man (don't get caught up in these hoes)
Young man, young man (go live that life that you suppose to)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Reportin' live from the GLO pad
Gang in this bitch
You know how we rockin', cut off stockings
Kush in my pocket nigga all designer
Get yo' girl number
Get ready for the turned up ha ha
Smack the shit outta him
Smack the shit outta him
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
They call me a savage (they call me a savage)
I be doin' damage (I be doin' damage)
Smokin' with your bitch (smokin', smokin', smokin')
Posin' for the camera, I look like a model (fuck it)
Jamo out the bottle (fuck it)
40 in the glove box, that shit fill you up with hollows (boom)
[Chief Keef:]
Where the smokes at?
Roll it, roll it, roll it
Cash in a bag
I hold it, hold it, hold it
Niggas hatin' on me
I know it, know it, know it
Got a pint of the narcotics
You know I'mma pour it, pour it, pour it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Bitch I pop top on your block on the west side feelin' like Pac
Bandana swing out my pocket
Middle finger up motherfuck cops
Catch me in the land with the hat back
Matte black Range Rove', pistol where the lap at.
OZ in the backpack, 26 years old, more hoes than the rat pack
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
This is for the motherfuckers who ain't livin' by the rules
This is for my youngins' out here finna act a motherfucking fool
I'm forever young blue and red pills feeling like the Matrix
You know where I'm from, don't nobody ask for nothin' we just take it
[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (always stay down for your bros)
Young man, young man (don't you ever break the code)
Young man, young man (don't get caught up in these hoes)
Young man, young man (go live that life that you suppose to)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
"General Admission" (2015)
- Spotlight lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Lzzy Hale)
- Alpha Omega lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Till I Die lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Eddie Cane lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Bad Mother Fucker lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Kid Rock)
- World Series lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Oz. lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Everyday lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Gone Lyrics- Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Leroy Sanchez)
- Story Of The Stairs lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Merry Go Round lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- A Little More lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Victoria Monet)
- All Night Long lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Make It Happen lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Round Here lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Therapy lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Life lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Till I Die: Part II lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, French Montana, Yo Gotti & Ray Cash)
Spotlight lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Lzzy Hale)
Feel this...
For all that it's worth
To live in the spotlight...
What if life was simple as a hug?
What if my partner wasn't crippled from a drug?
What if my other homie never caught a slug?
What if our parents actually gave a fuck?
Another black suit, another black suit
Police happy to see another black shoot
His mother's make up smearing on my arms,
Crying cause' I'm the only son that she's got now that he's gone
What if the ghetto never heard an instrumental?
And we didn't have this rap shit all we had was metal?
You telling me if we couldn't shoot a ball
Our lives still got shooting involved?
And what if I never left out of Denver that winter for new beginnings
My father started his business and traded family for riches?
You telling me that my auntie will still have a house to live in
And JoJo wouldn't be writing me from prison?
But fuck it this is life
Deal with it or get dealt with
I'm in my room smoking alone like I'm selfish
Cause' some days the sun's hard to face
Dad turns his son wears his face
But look closer see the heart of a lion
Sticks and stones couldn't damage my bones harder then iron
170 pounds with the walk of a giant
So defiant I pop a Valium, turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
[Hook:]
For all that it's worth
To live in the spotlight
All of my demons come to life
And all that it was
And all that it could be
Is lost in the darkness of the night
Why should I die?
(to live in the spotlight)
Why should I kill myself for you?
You'd let me die?
(to live in the spotlight)
You'd let me die inside for you...
Look
What if money wasn't part of success?
Would the people I used to be friends with never left?
What if making a name didn't come with regrets?
I think that fame's a pre-cursor to death:
Death of a friendship
Death of a family
Death of a man
The misunderstood are always dead before 'they' understand
Staring at ceiling fans,
Chop up milligrams
Draw a pentagram
Lucifer's not a rumor he's in the band, (damn)
Liquor and vomit on my Converse
Bright lights and packed concerts
And right next to the gun that's on my dresser are plastic orange bottles of
Peer pressure
And I'm ready to cave
I live in a cage
How can I be a hero when I'm the one needing saved
48 days of this fast lane living
Me and my entourage no Jeremy Piven, listen
It's better to burn out then fade away is what Kurt said
I felt the same until I saw his daughter and thought as a father
What if tomorrow; the only I could spoil her was dying?
Started crying then popped a valium turned up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
[Hook:]
For all that it's worth
To live in the spotlight
All of my demons come to life
And all that it was
And all that it could be
Is lost in the darkness of the night
Why should I die?
(to live in the spotlight)
Why should I kill myself for you?
You'd let me die?
(to live in the spotlight)
You'd let me die inside for you...
So what you do when the cop lights
Turn into a stage and a spotlight?
And everyone around you starts to hate cause you got right
And feel entitled like I'm supposed to stop living my life?
Well this ain't 2Pac
This ain't Em's show
This ain't Jigga man
This that Kells flow
This that C-town 19-double-X rep so
Welcome to my life here's a ticket to the next show, spotlight
Welcome to my life here's a ticket to the next show
For all that it's worth
To live in the spotlight...
What if life was simple as a hug?
What if my partner wasn't crippled from a drug?
What if my other homie never caught a slug?
What if our parents actually gave a fuck?
Another black suit, another black suit
Police happy to see another black shoot
His mother's make up smearing on my arms,
Crying cause' I'm the only son that she's got now that he's gone
What if the ghetto never heard an instrumental?
And we didn't have this rap shit all we had was metal?
You telling me if we couldn't shoot a ball
Our lives still got shooting involved?
And what if I never left out of Denver that winter for new beginnings
My father started his business and traded family for riches?
You telling me that my auntie will still have a house to live in
And JoJo wouldn't be writing me from prison?
But fuck it this is life
Deal with it or get dealt with
I'm in my room smoking alone like I'm selfish
Cause' some days the sun's hard to face
Dad turns his son wears his face
But look closer see the heart of a lion
Sticks and stones couldn't damage my bones harder then iron
170 pounds with the walk of a giant
So defiant I pop a Valium, turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
[Hook:]
For all that it's worth
To live in the spotlight
All of my demons come to life
And all that it was
And all that it could be
Is lost in the darkness of the night
Why should I die?
(to live in the spotlight)
Why should I kill myself for you?
You'd let me die?
(to live in the spotlight)
You'd let me die inside for you...
Look
What if money wasn't part of success?
Would the people I used to be friends with never left?
What if making a name didn't come with regrets?
I think that fame's a pre-cursor to death:
Death of a friendship
Death of a family
Death of a man
The misunderstood are always dead before 'they' understand
Staring at ceiling fans,
Chop up milligrams
Draw a pentagram
Lucifer's not a rumor he's in the band, (damn)
Liquor and vomit on my Converse
Bright lights and packed concerts
And right next to the gun that's on my dresser are plastic orange bottles of
Peer pressure
And I'm ready to cave
I live in a cage
How can I be a hero when I'm the one needing saved
48 days of this fast lane living
Me and my entourage no Jeremy Piven, listen
It's better to burn out then fade away is what Kurt said
I felt the same until I saw his daughter and thought as a father
What if tomorrow; the only I could spoil her was dying?
Started crying then popped a valium turned up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
[Hook:]
For all that it's worth
To live in the spotlight
All of my demons come to life
And all that it was
And all that it could be
Is lost in the darkness of the night
Why should I die?
(to live in the spotlight)
Why should I kill myself for you?
You'd let me die?
(to live in the spotlight)
You'd let me die inside for you...
So what you do when the cop lights
Turn into a stage and a spotlight?
And everyone around you starts to hate cause you got right
And feel entitled like I'm supposed to stop living my life?
Well this ain't 2Pac
This ain't Em's show
This ain't Jigga man
This that Kells flow
This that C-town 19-double-X rep so
Welcome to my life here's a ticket to the next show, spotlight
Welcome to my life here's a ticket to the next show
Alpha Omega lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
We not askin mothafuckers to care about us
We just let mothafuckas know we coming
It's real, it's a real mothafuckin' movement
Whether you like it or not
We're supportin' a real mothafuckin' movement, man
It's cleveland man
I am the alpha omega, black flag swinger
Fuck a driveway I'm in airplane hangars
Me and my gang poppin' champagne like players
For all of them days with no lights and no cable
No one can save you, my city's fatal
Make it up out of it how can they hate you?
C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D's the greatest
I'll light this bitch up make it look like its Vegas
We on, mufucka we on
The first one to blow since Bone
Thinking back when I had a backpack full of fat raps
Didn't no one wanna hear my song
Mufucka y'all wrong, mufucka y'all wrong
Made it and I never left home
Where I'm from enemies bust off their shells like King Koopa
Roll through these streets come up gone like Bermuda
I'm just a boy in the hood like I'm Cuba
So soon as I moved out I bought me a Ruger
You come to my house you blow loud as a tuba
I bring your bitch here, she'll go down like a scuba
All of y'all shits out of style like a scooter
Put all of y'all shits in the ditch like a sewer
Make all of y'all bow like my name is Anubis
Talk out your medulla get hit with bazookas
[Hook:]
(Bitch!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(What?)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ahh!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ay!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
If you ain't living your life then you're dead
And sleep is its cousin so I shot my bed
Paranoia got me using these meds
Now I'm Smokey as Chris on a Friday like Craig
Retract that statement, I'm stoney as Fred
Evacuate when my homies get mad
You better pray to your God for a blessing
Before they make your world look like Armageddon
Knew I was trouble since I was 11
Ripped up my jeans and I bought me a leather
My friends saw me as a King like Coretta
My dad saw his son as a nuisance, a rebel, and (ahh!)
My music sounds like the devil
Turn that shit off or get out of my temple
Right after that he'd go back to his Kettle One vodka
And drink it all up till he's mental
I have no issue, I am official
Let them come at me I practice Jiu Jitsu
Only fear two things with three letters dawg
That's G-O-D, God and my fucking initials
Doctors called up to the news to report to them what they discovered
Said I'm the first of a species that they call a real muthafucka, (Kells)
And I'm sorry if you get a lot of hits from all my followers
If you acknowledge us in any other way then positive
But you shouldn't be hollering or talking about Superman
When you're living in Metropolis
And if you follow astronomy I'm a Taurus
That means I don't give a fuck what you thought of me
I walk into an interview looking like a lobotomy
Flipping my middle finger at everybody who watching us, (uh)
Fuck that bring the beat back
Kill this instrumental leave the body where the reef at
Nah, fuck that where the keef at
Sprinkle a little bit on a quarter of my weed sack
Give me a minute I took a hit I'm tryna focus like astigmatism
My competition on my dick, they're like the zip on my denim
They want the heat I light em up like I put cigarettes in 'em
You bitch, what's your religion?
I wanna know what God you're seeing in a couple of seconds
I wanna see the criticism 'bout my lyricism
When I'm in your face rippin' this rhythm up like cannibalism
It's Kells
[Hook:]
(Bitch!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(What?)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ahh!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ay!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
EST run shit you better quit playing
They start a war if you mention my name
I'm the alpha omega
Beginning and end
We just let mothafuckas know we coming
It's real, it's a real mothafuckin' movement
Whether you like it or not
We're supportin' a real mothafuckin' movement, man
It's cleveland man
I am the alpha omega, black flag swinger
Fuck a driveway I'm in airplane hangars
Me and my gang poppin' champagne like players
For all of them days with no lights and no cable
No one can save you, my city's fatal
Make it up out of it how can they hate you?
C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D's the greatest
I'll light this bitch up make it look like its Vegas
We on, mufucka we on
The first one to blow since Bone
Thinking back when I had a backpack full of fat raps
Didn't no one wanna hear my song
Mufucka y'all wrong, mufucka y'all wrong
Made it and I never left home
Where I'm from enemies bust off their shells like King Koopa
Roll through these streets come up gone like Bermuda
I'm just a boy in the hood like I'm Cuba
So soon as I moved out I bought me a Ruger
You come to my house you blow loud as a tuba
I bring your bitch here, she'll go down like a scuba
All of y'all shits out of style like a scooter
Put all of y'all shits in the ditch like a sewer
Make all of y'all bow like my name is Anubis
Talk out your medulla get hit with bazookas
[Hook:]
(Bitch!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(What?)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ahh!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ay!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
If you ain't living your life then you're dead
And sleep is its cousin so I shot my bed
Paranoia got me using these meds
Now I'm Smokey as Chris on a Friday like Craig
Retract that statement, I'm stoney as Fred
Evacuate when my homies get mad
You better pray to your God for a blessing
Before they make your world look like Armageddon
Knew I was trouble since I was 11
Ripped up my jeans and I bought me a leather
My friends saw me as a King like Coretta
My dad saw his son as a nuisance, a rebel, and (ahh!)
My music sounds like the devil
Turn that shit off or get out of my temple
Right after that he'd go back to his Kettle One vodka
And drink it all up till he's mental
I have no issue, I am official
Let them come at me I practice Jiu Jitsu
Only fear two things with three letters dawg
That's G-O-D, God and my fucking initials
Doctors called up to the news to report to them what they discovered
Said I'm the first of a species that they call a real muthafucka, (Kells)
And I'm sorry if you get a lot of hits from all my followers
If you acknowledge us in any other way then positive
But you shouldn't be hollering or talking about Superman
When you're living in Metropolis
And if you follow astronomy I'm a Taurus
That means I don't give a fuck what you thought of me
I walk into an interview looking like a lobotomy
Flipping my middle finger at everybody who watching us, (uh)
Fuck that bring the beat back
Kill this instrumental leave the body where the reef at
Nah, fuck that where the keef at
Sprinkle a little bit on a quarter of my weed sack
Give me a minute I took a hit I'm tryna focus like astigmatism
My competition on my dick, they're like the zip on my denim
They want the heat I light em up like I put cigarettes in 'em
You bitch, what's your religion?
I wanna know what God you're seeing in a couple of seconds
I wanna see the criticism 'bout my lyricism
When I'm in your face rippin' this rhythm up like cannibalism
It's Kells
[Hook:]
(Bitch!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(What?)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ahh!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ay!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
EST run shit you better quit playing
They start a war if you mention my name
I'm the alpha omega
Beginning and end
Till I Die lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
One time for the city
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm from the land, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
On the East Side Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
Bumping that Bone Thugs, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
In the hood, I'm good Till I Die
CLE Till I Die
[Hook 4x:]
Everywhere I go, I'm putting on
Putting on, putting on
Where you from?
Straight out of the motherfucking crib hoe
On 128th, me and Slim though
Dead broke, we was smoking mid bro
Baby mama holler "How we supposed to live though?"
Fuck that, beat the game up quick though
Everybody in the team eating
Green meals, green leaves with the green season
Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eating
Whipping with the hot sauce like I'm street leaguing
And 1 though
On the porch getting cut though
On 1st block with a blunt rolled
Me and Dub-O
My city, my city been turned up from the jump though
[Chorus]
[Hook 4x]
Y'all know, Y'all know
It's tatted up on all of my squad hoe
I rolled J's in a 12 inch Raw paper
Everyday I live life like Pablo
Y'all Know, y'all know
I'm tatted like I don't need jobs hoe
Nobody's gonna stop me from getting paper
Everyday I feel like El Chapo
I was getting high in the 6th grade
Throwing hands in the hall on the first day
Scared of one of my hoes getting knocked up
Snatching purses in the mall, getting locked up
Bitch, I needed paper, I needed paper
Dreaming of a penthouse and an elevator
The hood taught me don't talk, just walk my
Timbos on the curb by the stop sign
Kells
[Hook:]
East Side, West Side
Cleveland for life
East Side, West Side
Aye
Uptown to down the way, uptown to down the way
EC to The Heights all day, EC to The Heights all day
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm from the land, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
On the East Side Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
Bumping that Bone Thugs, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
In the hood, I'm good Till I Die
EST Till I Die
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm from the land, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
On the East Side Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
Bumping that Bone Thugs, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
In the hood, I'm good Till I Die
CLE Till I Die
[Hook 4x:]
Everywhere I go, I'm putting on
Putting on, putting on
Where you from?
Straight out of the motherfucking crib hoe
On 128th, me and Slim though
Dead broke, we was smoking mid bro
Baby mama holler "How we supposed to live though?"
Fuck that, beat the game up quick though
Everybody in the team eating
Green meals, green leaves with the green season
Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eating
Whipping with the hot sauce like I'm street leaguing
And 1 though
On the porch getting cut though
On 1st block with a blunt rolled
Me and Dub-O
My city, my city been turned up from the jump though
[Chorus]
[Hook 4x]
Y'all know, Y'all know
It's tatted up on all of my squad hoe
I rolled J's in a 12 inch Raw paper
Everyday I live life like Pablo
Y'all Know, y'all know
I'm tatted like I don't need jobs hoe
Nobody's gonna stop me from getting paper
Everyday I feel like El Chapo
I was getting high in the 6th grade
Throwing hands in the hall on the first day
Scared of one of my hoes getting knocked up
Snatching purses in the mall, getting locked up
Bitch, I needed paper, I needed paper
Dreaming of a penthouse and an elevator
The hood taught me don't talk, just walk my
Timbos on the curb by the stop sign
Kells
[Hook:]
East Side, West Side
Cleveland for life
East Side, West Side
Aye
Uptown to down the way, uptown to down the way
EC to The Heights all day, EC to The Heights all day
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm from the land, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
On the East Side Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
Bumping that Bone Thugs, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
In the hood, I'm good Till I Die
EST Till I Die
Eddie Cane lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
City of Cleveland man, it's wild man
You know a lot of dudes that get money and it's violence
You know what I'm saying?
I'm part of that product I got 17 and half I've been down for two
Don't call me tase, my name's paper chase, you can call me that
Cause you know I'm known to do my thang in the city of Cleveland
Do a little homework on the hood you know what I'm talkin about
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane
Five Heart Beats left
My homie off of Eddie Road
He thinks he’s a damn chef
Everybody schemed out
Don’t nobody wanna work
I was with him last week
Now I got his name on my damn shirt, (R.I.P.)
Everybody pourin’ liquor
My partner out he beat a case
Took a piss on the fed building
Told them motherfuckers free Chase!
Them boys in the rear view
So now I’m going 25
If they catch my homie in the shot gun, ridin’ with a shot gun
They gon’ give him twenty-five
I’m tryna be responsible
I know they heard I got a deal
They shot the dice game up for five dollars
What they fuck you think they doin’ for a couple mill?
I gotta keep my eyes open
But this weed got me feelin’ heavy
Just like the pistol in my pants
Hate to have it but these mufuckas petty
(In my hood)
All my mufuckas ready
I be rollin’ presidential like Teddy
I might hit the strip club and break a fuckin’ levy
In honor of every hustler that’s locked up in a celly
Fuck it, I might buy the Q Arena for a week and sell it out
Fuck it, I might buy a kilo for the hood and fix the drought
Fuck it, I’ma hold the city on my back when y’all don’t
Come to Cleveland I can get you what you want
(In my hood)
Rappers aren't doin’ shows
Man half them mufuckas hoes (true)
If you got a problem call me
In the land I am big bro
Young man, but I’m standin’ at 6’4”
And SixFo, that’s my man from the east coast
Midwest muthafuckas known to hold dope
85 state side, ATL knows
(In my hood)
It’s clucks at the bus stop
Our billboards got mugshots
Top ten most wanted
And streets where them houses look haunted, (bando)
I told my youngin, “you can make it if you want it”
He looked at me and asked if I saw it coming
I told him that all them summers I was in the basement
I knew I was gonna make it and you couldn’t tell me nothing
(In my hood)
You know a lot of dudes that get money and it's violence
You know what I'm saying?
I'm part of that product I got 17 and half I've been down for two
Don't call me tase, my name's paper chase, you can call me that
Cause you know I'm known to do my thang in the city of Cleveland
Do a little homework on the hood you know what I'm talkin about
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane
Five Heart Beats left
My homie off of Eddie Road
He thinks he’s a damn chef
Everybody schemed out
Don’t nobody wanna work
I was with him last week
Now I got his name on my damn shirt, (R.I.P.)
Everybody pourin’ liquor
My partner out he beat a case
Took a piss on the fed building
Told them motherfuckers free Chase!
Them boys in the rear view
So now I’m going 25
If they catch my homie in the shot gun, ridin’ with a shot gun
They gon’ give him twenty-five
I’m tryna be responsible
I know they heard I got a deal
They shot the dice game up for five dollars
What they fuck you think they doin’ for a couple mill?
I gotta keep my eyes open
But this weed got me feelin’ heavy
Just like the pistol in my pants
Hate to have it but these mufuckas petty
(In my hood)
All my mufuckas ready
I be rollin’ presidential like Teddy
I might hit the strip club and break a fuckin’ levy
In honor of every hustler that’s locked up in a celly
Fuck it, I might buy the Q Arena for a week and sell it out
Fuck it, I might buy a kilo for the hood and fix the drought
Fuck it, I’ma hold the city on my back when y’all don’t
Come to Cleveland I can get you what you want
(In my hood)
Rappers aren't doin’ shows
Man half them mufuckas hoes (true)
If you got a problem call me
In the land I am big bro
Young man, but I’m standin’ at 6’4”
And SixFo, that’s my man from the east coast
Midwest muthafuckas known to hold dope
85 state side, ATL knows
(In my hood)
It’s clucks at the bus stop
Our billboards got mugshots
Top ten most wanted
And streets where them houses look haunted, (bando)
I told my youngin, “you can make it if you want it”
He looked at me and asked if I saw it coming
I told him that all them summers I was in the basement
I knew I was gonna make it and you couldn’t tell me nothing
(In my hood)
Bad Mother Fucker lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Kid Rock)
[Hook:]
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother fucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother (fucker)
'Til the (day)
I (die)
I'm a Bad Brains, Bruce Wayne in the fast lane
Couple Js in the ash tray, style motherfucker
Tattoo'd back, man see the rap name
Take a bath in the champagne, wild motherfucker
Straight from the block, dawg, ducking shots walking to the store
Dollar for a Black & Mild, motherfucker
Blew up as a rockstar so I'm top floor
Throwing drinks on a cop car, foul motherfucker
The only number calling up my phone
Is from my dealer, swear that dude won't leave me alone
Cause he know when I pick up, I'ma cop a couple zones
And my girl know I ain't fuckin' 'til she roll me up a cone
I be keeping freaks in the home, yeah
Apollonia
Gold teeth like the Nolia
Keep 'em on, yeah
I be rolling stoned, yeah
I should be on the cover with my middle finger
Screaming, "I'm a bad motherfucker"
[Hook:]
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother fucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother (fucker)
'Til the (day)
I (die)
Kid Rock, that's a bad motherfucker
Young Kells, that's a bad motherfucker (oh shit)
Detroit, y'all some bad motherfuckers
Cleveland, y'all some bad motherfuckers
Okay I'm reaching in my pocket
Got a condom and a hundred dollar bill (uh)
I can snort a rock or I can spend it on a pill (uh)
I be with some models that just flew in from Brazil
And they give me pussy 365 days a year (bitch)
I'm the type to never go to sleep
I'm the type to break a couple motherfuckers' teeth
I'm the type to drop a hit of acid on the beach
And fly to Baltimore and scream, "Fuck the police!"
Do not get it twisted, this is not an image
There are legends told about the nights I'm in the buildings
It is not a question whether or not I'm the trillest
Every bitch is pressing me to get some cum on their acrylics
1.5 million for my record deal and now I got the feeling
I could finally give a fuck about my parents' marriage healing (fuck 'em)
I'ma buy some mirrors just to put them on the ceiling
So when I wake up I see the realest motherfucker breathing
[Hook:]
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother fucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother (fucker)
'Til the (day)
I (die)
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother fucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother (fucker)
'Til the (day)
I (die)
I'm a Bad Brains, Bruce Wayne in the fast lane
Couple Js in the ash tray, style motherfucker
Tattoo'd back, man see the rap name
Take a bath in the champagne, wild motherfucker
Straight from the block, dawg, ducking shots walking to the store
Dollar for a Black & Mild, motherfucker
Blew up as a rockstar so I'm top floor
Throwing drinks on a cop car, foul motherfucker
The only number calling up my phone
Is from my dealer, swear that dude won't leave me alone
Cause he know when I pick up, I'ma cop a couple zones
And my girl know I ain't fuckin' 'til she roll me up a cone
I be keeping freaks in the home, yeah
Apollonia
Gold teeth like the Nolia
Keep 'em on, yeah
I be rolling stoned, yeah
I should be on the cover with my middle finger
Screaming, "I'm a bad motherfucker"
[Hook:]
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother fucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother (fucker)
'Til the (day)
I (die)
Kid Rock, that's a bad motherfucker
Young Kells, that's a bad motherfucker (oh shit)
Detroit, y'all some bad motherfuckers
Cleveland, y'all some bad motherfuckers
Okay I'm reaching in my pocket
Got a condom and a hundred dollar bill (uh)
I can snort a rock or I can spend it on a pill (uh)
I be with some models that just flew in from Brazil
And they give me pussy 365 days a year (bitch)
I'm the type to never go to sleep
I'm the type to break a couple motherfuckers' teeth
I'm the type to drop a hit of acid on the beach
And fly to Baltimore and scream, "Fuck the police!"
Do not get it twisted, this is not an image
There are legends told about the nights I'm in the buildings
It is not a question whether or not I'm the trillest
Every bitch is pressing me to get some cum on their acrylics
1.5 million for my record deal and now I got the feeling
I could finally give a fuck about my parents' marriage healing (fuck 'em)
I'ma buy some mirrors just to put them on the ceiling
So when I wake up I see the realest motherfucker breathing
[Hook:]
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother fucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother (fucker)
'Til the (day)
I (die)
World Series lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Kells
Who the fuck wanna wit um
We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning
I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole Kidman
I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show business
We in the jungle with the guerrillas
We in the streets with the 4 wheelers
Don't speak I am no witness
You got beef put a end till you talk like long sentence period
Motherfucker I'm serious
Who's you're favorite rapper, I'm curious?
He ain't living out them words
He ain't used machine gun burst in the trap cause his ass got murked
I'm talking in the 3rd
I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the burgh
You talking to a Cleveland motherfucker in the first
So you better not get on my nerves, biatch
I need herb tho, keep me moving like turtle
Keep me seeing this purple
Keep it banging like Kirko
Work something, Twerk something
Bitch fuck me now she worth something
Gas tank on E, it worth nothing
Try to stunt on me the worst coming
Motherfuckers gonna need some plumbing I am the shit
I feel like eating something, feed my stomach,
give me a rapper, make it 100, fuck give em the hubble telescope, they couldn't see the younging
No, fuck it let em get a lil something, bring em to the block do a lil stuntin, that ain't nothing
Ery where I go I'm putting on I ain't bluffing, Ery where I go I'm putting on, Bitch I run it. Kells
[Hook:]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
Picture me rich
Picture everybody wit a pic of me hangin on the wall like prince
Picture your favorite R&B singer lookin at a picture on her phone Of my big Ol dick
Picture me living like Biggie, the real Frank White I'm the king of my city
Picture all this starting out as a dream, staring at a picture of Martin Luther King, that's my reaction
Trying to make it happen from rapping. Trying to avoid me a casket Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping
My whole squad will turn to a fraction cause Tony Montana rite up the block from us tho, it's hard not to get caught up in its at all
Hard not to ball. Sales for yayo to jail then someone goes talk to the law
Please God tell me it ain't true, tell me name on that paper work ain't you
If you ain't snitching then why is you home,
stupid decision bitch better get gone, 3 in the morning,
I can't get rest so turn over pick up that 38 special,
you bust in my door, then I bust in your neck hoe 25 stranded on death row
[Hook:]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
Who the fuck wanna wit um
We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning
I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole Kidman
I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show business
We in the jungle with the guerrillas
We in the streets with the 4 wheelers
Don't speak I am no witness
You got beef put a end till you talk like long sentence period
Motherfucker I'm serious
Who's you're favorite rapper, I'm curious?
He ain't living out them words
He ain't used machine gun burst in the trap cause his ass got murked
I'm talking in the 3rd
I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the burgh
You talking to a Cleveland motherfucker in the first
So you better not get on my nerves, biatch
I need herb tho, keep me moving like turtle
Keep me seeing this purple
Keep it banging like Kirko
Work something, Twerk something
Bitch fuck me now she worth something
Gas tank on E, it worth nothing
Try to stunt on me the worst coming
Motherfuckers gonna need some plumbing I am the shit
I feel like eating something, feed my stomach,
give me a rapper, make it 100, fuck give em the hubble telescope, they couldn't see the younging
No, fuck it let em get a lil something, bring em to the block do a lil stuntin, that ain't nothing
Ery where I go I'm putting on I ain't bluffing, Ery where I go I'm putting on, Bitch I run it. Kells
[Hook:]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
Picture me rich
Picture everybody wit a pic of me hangin on the wall like prince
Picture your favorite R&B singer lookin at a picture on her phone Of my big Ol dick
Picture me living like Biggie, the real Frank White I'm the king of my city
Picture all this starting out as a dream, staring at a picture of Martin Luther King, that's my reaction
Trying to make it happen from rapping. Trying to avoid me a casket Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping
My whole squad will turn to a fraction cause Tony Montana rite up the block from us tho, it's hard not to get caught up in its at all
Hard not to ball. Sales for yayo to jail then someone goes talk to the law
Please God tell me it ain't true, tell me name on that paper work ain't you
If you ain't snitching then why is you home,
stupid decision bitch better get gone, 3 in the morning,
I can't get rest so turn over pick up that 38 special,
you bust in my door, then I bust in your neck hoe 25 stranded on death row
[Hook:]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
Oz. lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Early morning cutting corners
Rolling up this marijuana
Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it?
My cup holder filled with Tropicana
Couple grams of Aunt Jemima
In my hand like candid camera
Vibing to that Country Grammar
Pulling up to Grandma's
I smell bacon, eggs thats scrambled
Hoppin out then ol' boy ran up
My dog grabbed the mc hammer
*blammer* *blammer*
Make him dance
And watch him run up out their sandals,
But fuck all that where's my sandwich
Let's blaze up and change the channels
Look on TV and I see me
With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie
"Wild Boy" video on repeat
Only white boy on BET
EZ Widers + hydroponics
Roll one tall as Spike Lee
You ain't never seen a muthafucka do it like me
Kells
[Hook:]
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Rolling out, smoking up
Cleveland boys don’t give a fuck
1800 fill my cup
Being sober sucks
I'ma spend a hundred bucks on a Oz
Gotta call Big Chuck he the OG
And get a zone for the low cause I’m lil bro
Everybody on the Eastside know me
Westside get it cracking and the fact of the matter is
Whether I’m standing on Denison Ave or I'm in the Valley
I’m bringing a Grammy back to the city this is the anthem
Have P. Diddy on St. Clair dancing
Kells
Used to ride the RTA
$1.50 every meter
Food wasn’t guaranteed I stole my meals out of Arabica
Speakers blasting my own shit
Bow tie on the jet on my grown shit
Court side at the game with the owner
And sell the same arena out when I’m homesick
God damn I'm a fool
Couple hundred diamonds in the tooth
Couple hundred bitches in the pool
And out of a couple hundred rappers I am the truth
That's why I get a couple hundred when I’m in the booth
Still I keep that
[Hook:]
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
I come straight from the bottom
No hot water for showers
Stole a jacket from Target
Gotta go to court in two hours
I’m at Dub's house on Way St.,
Swooped up Slim off of Harvard
Drove down Dove to see Casie
Let's take it back where we started
When I had that
[Hook:]
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Rolling up this marijuana
Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it?
My cup holder filled with Tropicana
Couple grams of Aunt Jemima
In my hand like candid camera
Vibing to that Country Grammar
Pulling up to Grandma's
I smell bacon, eggs thats scrambled
Hoppin out then ol' boy ran up
My dog grabbed the mc hammer
*blammer* *blammer*
Make him dance
And watch him run up out their sandals,
But fuck all that where's my sandwich
Let's blaze up and change the channels
Look on TV and I see me
With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie
"Wild Boy" video on repeat
Only white boy on BET
EZ Widers + hydroponics
Roll one tall as Spike Lee
You ain't never seen a muthafucka do it like me
Kells
[Hook:]
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Rolling out, smoking up
Cleveland boys don’t give a fuck
1800 fill my cup
Being sober sucks
I'ma spend a hundred bucks on a Oz
Gotta call Big Chuck he the OG
And get a zone for the low cause I’m lil bro
Everybody on the Eastside know me
Westside get it cracking and the fact of the matter is
Whether I’m standing on Denison Ave or I'm in the Valley
I’m bringing a Grammy back to the city this is the anthem
Have P. Diddy on St. Clair dancing
Kells
Used to ride the RTA
$1.50 every meter
Food wasn’t guaranteed I stole my meals out of Arabica
Speakers blasting my own shit
Bow tie on the jet on my grown shit
Court side at the game with the owner
And sell the same arena out when I’m homesick
God damn I'm a fool
Couple hundred diamonds in the tooth
Couple hundred bitches in the pool
And out of a couple hundred rappers I am the truth
That's why I get a couple hundred when I’m in the booth
Still I keep that
[Hook:]
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
I come straight from the bottom
No hot water for showers
Stole a jacket from Target
Gotta go to court in two hours
I’m at Dub's house on Way St.,
Swooped up Slim off of Harvard
Drove down Dove to see Casie
Let's take it back where we started
When I had that
[Hook:]
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Everyday lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Hook:]
I'm facing problems everyday
I can’t solve 'em everyday
They want the truth everyday
I’m being honest everyday
I wake up everyday
Smoke this blunt everyday
Go to work everyday
To make a buck everyday
This one for the boy who grew up
Trying to feed his family everyday
(Everyday, everyday, everyday)
This one for the girl who’s feeling lost
Because she's trying to find a way
This verse is for my
People on the grind
Going to sleep at 2
Clocking in at 9
Trying to go to school
That's why you’re at the job
Ask me what to do
When you’re reaching for the stars
Jump!
Everybody scared of a little change
Thats why I’m always looking out for the little things
You should never be ashamed of a little fame
Even Bill Gates back then had a little name
I’m just saying
Y’all know what it's like when them lights go off in the condo
Need a break from the bullshit pronto
Spend your last check on a trip to Chicago
And see your favorite band on the stage again
In your favorite shirt that you made for them
They play the song and you sang with them
Because music heals the soul
And that moment's there so take it in
Before you’re back in that place again
In the uniform that you hate again
Man this freedom for the world
[Hook:]
I'm facing problems everyday
I can’t solve 'em everyday
They want the truth everyday
I’m being honest everyday
I wake up everyday
Smoke this blunt everyday
Go to work everyday
To make a buck everyday
This one for the boy who grew up
Trying to feed his family everyday
(Everyday, everyday, everyday)
This one for the girl who’s feeling lost
Because she's trying to find a way
(find a way, find a way, find a way)
I can’t afford to go to jail
Moms' putting their houses up for bail
Court stressed me out
Thinking I need a better route
But all these hoes laugh when I’m ashy
And them boys rob if I’m flashy
And them older folks see my tattoos in their offices and low class me
Man I don’t know what I’m suppose to do
My family is not the Huxtables
I’m just trying to keep my life together
Without breaking all the rules
So I say like five prayers everyday
Until my sins wear away
Let that smoke in meditate
And just chill
Thinking about better days
No more late night belly aches
Use this food for thought everyday
So I will
[Hook:]
This one for the boy who grew up
Trying to feed his family everyday
(Everyday, everyday, everyday)
This one for the girl who’s feeling lost
Because she's trying to find a way
(find a way, find a way, find a way)
I'm facing problems everyday
I can’t solve 'em everyday
They want the truth everyday
I’m being honest everyday
I wake up everyday
Smoke this blunt everyday
Go to work everyday
To make a buck everyday
Daddy, you said you was gonna FaceTime me
I'm facing problems everyday
I can’t solve 'em everyday
They want the truth everyday
I’m being honest everyday
I wake up everyday
Smoke this blunt everyday
Go to work everyday
To make a buck everyday
This one for the boy who grew up
Trying to feed his family everyday
(Everyday, everyday, everyday)
This one for the girl who’s feeling lost
Because she's trying to find a way
This verse is for my
People on the grind
Going to sleep at 2
Clocking in at 9
Trying to go to school
That's why you’re at the job
Ask me what to do
When you’re reaching for the stars
Jump!
Everybody scared of a little change
Thats why I’m always looking out for the little things
You should never be ashamed of a little fame
Even Bill Gates back then had a little name
I’m just saying
Y’all know what it's like when them lights go off in the condo
Need a break from the bullshit pronto
Spend your last check on a trip to Chicago
And see your favorite band on the stage again
In your favorite shirt that you made for them
They play the song and you sang with them
Because music heals the soul
And that moment's there so take it in
Before you’re back in that place again
In the uniform that you hate again
Man this freedom for the world
[Hook:]
I'm facing problems everyday
I can’t solve 'em everyday
They want the truth everyday
I’m being honest everyday
I wake up everyday
Smoke this blunt everyday
Go to work everyday
To make a buck everyday
This one for the boy who grew up
Trying to feed his family everyday
(Everyday, everyday, everyday)
This one for the girl who’s feeling lost
Because she's trying to find a way
(find a way, find a way, find a way)
I can’t afford to go to jail
Moms' putting their houses up for bail
Court stressed me out
Thinking I need a better route
But all these hoes laugh when I’m ashy
And them boys rob if I’m flashy
And them older folks see my tattoos in their offices and low class me
Man I don’t know what I’m suppose to do
My family is not the Huxtables
I’m just trying to keep my life together
Without breaking all the rules
So I say like five prayers everyday
Until my sins wear away
Let that smoke in meditate
And just chill
Thinking about better days
No more late night belly aches
Use this food for thought everyday
So I will
[Hook:]
This one for the boy who grew up
Trying to feed his family everyday
(Everyday, everyday, everyday)
This one for the girl who’s feeling lost
Because she's trying to find a way
(find a way, find a way, find a way)
I'm facing problems everyday
I can’t solve 'em everyday
They want the truth everyday
I’m being honest everyday
I wake up everyday
Smoke this blunt everyday
Go to work everyday
To make a buck everyday
Daddy, you said you was gonna FaceTime me
Gone Lyrics- Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Leroy Sanchez)
[Hook - Leroy Sanchez:]
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
But are you missing me?
I know you're missing me
[Verse 1 - MGK:]
Looking down on my phone, see another missed call
I'm pissed off, I never had these problems back when I was piss poor
Scared to see my daughter now because I'm lost in the life
In the bathroom getting high when she called twice
Sorry, but I'm scared at looking at something so precious when I'm a mess
And her mother know it
I wonder if she ever regrets
Trying to convince my family that I'm only gone for these checks
When really I'm obsessed with getting my revenge through success
Cause people hated on me, how can I not show 'em?
Fans waited on me, damn, how do I not owe 'em?
Imagine having to make that decision
While baby girl's in the kitchen, tears dripping, wondering where her pop's going
But I never meant to make you unhappy, can I see that smile?
Phone's ringing... "Ey, yo, I'm with my child"
Anyways, I wanna write you a symphony
But instead she said all I ever wanted is you to stay a while, damn
[Hook - Leroy Sanchez:]
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
But are you missing me?
I know you're missing me
[Bridge - MGK & Leroy Sanchez:]
And hey, hey, hey
It's been so long so you've gone away
[Verse 2 - MGK:]
Five years to be more specific
I was out here trying to sign to Atlantic
You crossed the pacific
Now is it a coincidence that my first instrument was a violin
That my father wanted for me, so we ended up buyin
And now the instrumental that we're vibing to got one high end
And while I'm writing my first verse he called me up crying?
That shit is crazy, half a decade with no explanation
Now you're asking if it's too late to save us
Man, I don't know so I hang up but I'm saying nothing, just click end
Wasn't man enough to say it so I wrote with a pen
I just wanted to make you happy, but you never smile
I just wanted that phone call that said your daddy's proud
Anyways, maybe eventually we'll relive memories and you'll be next to me and both of us can stay a while, yeah
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
But are you missing me?
I know you're missing me
[Bridge x2 - MGK & Leroy Sanchez:]
And hey, hey, hey
It's been so long so you've gone away
One day I'll be gone
One day, one day, one day, one day I'll be gone
(But are you missing me?)
One day, one day, one day, one day I'll be gone
(But are you missing me?)
One day, one day, one day, one day I'll be gone
(But are you missing me?)
One day, one day, one day, one day I'll be gone
(But are you missing me?)
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
But are you missing me?
I know you're missing me
[Verse 1 - MGK:]
Looking down on my phone, see another missed call
I'm pissed off, I never had these problems back when I was piss poor
Scared to see my daughter now because I'm lost in the life
In the bathroom getting high when she called twice
Sorry, but I'm scared at looking at something so precious when I'm a mess
And her mother know it
I wonder if she ever regrets
Trying to convince my family that I'm only gone for these checks
When really I'm obsessed with getting my revenge through success
Cause people hated on me, how can I not show 'em?
Fans waited on me, damn, how do I not owe 'em?
Imagine having to make that decision
While baby girl's in the kitchen, tears dripping, wondering where her pop's going
But I never meant to make you unhappy, can I see that smile?
Phone's ringing... "Ey, yo, I'm with my child"
Anyways, I wanna write you a symphony
But instead she said all I ever wanted is you to stay a while, damn
[Hook - Leroy Sanchez:]
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
But are you missing me?
I know you're missing me
[Bridge - MGK & Leroy Sanchez:]
And hey, hey, hey
It's been so long so you've gone away
[Verse 2 - MGK:]
Five years to be more specific
I was out here trying to sign to Atlantic
You crossed the pacific
Now is it a coincidence that my first instrument was a violin
That my father wanted for me, so we ended up buyin
And now the instrumental that we're vibing to got one high end
And while I'm writing my first verse he called me up crying?
That shit is crazy, half a decade with no explanation
Now you're asking if it's too late to save us
Man, I don't know so I hang up but I'm saying nothing, just click end
Wasn't man enough to say it so I wrote with a pen
I just wanted to make you happy, but you never smile
I just wanted that phone call that said your daddy's proud
Anyways, maybe eventually we'll relive memories and you'll be next to me and both of us can stay a while, yeah
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
I know you've been gone, gone, gone
But are you missing me?
I know you're missing me
[Bridge x2 - MGK & Leroy Sanchez:]
And hey, hey, hey
It's been so long so you've gone away
One day I'll be gone
One day, one day, one day, one day I'll be gone
(But are you missing me?)
One day, one day, one day, one day I'll be gone
(But are you missing me?)
One day, one day, one day, one day I'll be gone
(But are you missing me?)
One day, one day, one day, one day I'll be gone
(But are you missing me?)
Story Of The Stairs lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
And that was a dark depressing time for him, you know
He did had one visit with his mother I think
During the time that he lived with me and she brought
Him a huge box fill with gifts you know clothes and all
Kinds of little goodies and stuff and it sat in the corner
Untouched, literally for months he'd never opened anything just
Left the box there
What's going on in your mind when someone you haven't seen
since you were nine is out at your door step right now?
Rewind, remember that one time when Marco showed up at the front door
And we found out he escaped from a psych ward
And stole grandma's car?
Ah, rest her soul
I know that's off topic, but I miss her soul
So ironic that she was blind but told me I'm handsome I was
Every time that I walked in the door
Can't lie and say it was easy being 14 on February 14th
Watching a body die in my arms
Then have to go to a school that I hated
When my grade indicate that I don't give a fuck what's going on
A couple hours later on
And not to mention that one bitch that I loved
By the way I call her "bitch" because she was
Wanted me to catch another man fucking her
Invited me over, told me to come into the front
Come upstairs and say what's up
And there she was
Little slut
I was broken hearted, should've broke that bitch's jaw
Just for playin' me like a chump
But instead went to the garage, grabbed one
Of her brother's rifles, went outside, and shot that other
Mothafucka's truck up
I guess that's what lead me to cuffs
Becomin' common in my life like funerals was
Daddy's less common now, he gave up
After he heard the judge pin a fucking felony on his son
Funny enough
Me and Aunt Barbara even closer
Start to feel some weight lift off her shoulder
Till it piled back on when a radiologist] told her
That she had breast cancer and might not live much longer
Fast forward
The woman that I call my "mother" isn't my mother
Or even blood but that's how much I love her
And I'm feeling awkward cause the doorbell's from the person that I call HER
Maybe I ain't ready for it...
Shit, what should i wear?
Fuck that, I ain't going down there
I waited over a decade for closure
Why should i receive it if it might not be something i want to hear
In the mirror is a empty reflection
And in my head are questions I want to ask like, "Where the fuck did you go?"
Why did you turn my birthdays to the worst days every year that you didn't show?
And if you must know, I didn't turn out to be much else
Than a drunk who fell face first to a pile of hell
Took four snuffs of the devil's dust
Ended up with my manager helping me cause I couldn't take a piss by myself
But i did get a record deal
And all my records got that making of a legend feel
And I did have a daughter who I promised that the way that way you made me felt
Is a way she will never, feel
Slip a Benadryl in my cup
Ech, fuck it I'm sickening up
Pit of my stomach clenching, all my muscles stiffening up
I ain't been this nervous since i got jumped
Flick the tip of my J over a surface cover with ashes and junk
Took a pull and sat it down
Put on both of my Chucks
Reach for the door but my hand's sweaty, I'm anxious as fuck
Couldn't even hit the stairs without remembering how many years
I was there waiting to see your car pull up
Now you saying she's right there?
Man you saying she's right there?
You telling me if I open up this door right here
That she'll been standing right there?
And after all these years am I wrong for having this fear
Of meeting the reflection that was missing in the mirror
Open up the door and then I see her
He did had one visit with his mother I think
During the time that he lived with me and she brought
Him a huge box fill with gifts you know clothes and all
Kinds of little goodies and stuff and it sat in the corner
Untouched, literally for months he'd never opened anything just
Left the box there
What's going on in your mind when someone you haven't seen
since you were nine is out at your door step right now?
Rewind, remember that one time when Marco showed up at the front door
And we found out he escaped from a psych ward
And stole grandma's car?
Ah, rest her soul
I know that's off topic, but I miss her soul
So ironic that she was blind but told me I'm handsome I was
Every time that I walked in the door
Can't lie and say it was easy being 14 on February 14th
Watching a body die in my arms
Then have to go to a school that I hated
When my grade indicate that I don't give a fuck what's going on
A couple hours later on
And not to mention that one bitch that I loved
By the way I call her "bitch" because she was
Wanted me to catch another man fucking her
Invited me over, told me to come into the front
Come upstairs and say what's up
And there she was
Little slut
I was broken hearted, should've broke that bitch's jaw
Just for playin' me like a chump
But instead went to the garage, grabbed one
Of her brother's rifles, went outside, and shot that other
Mothafucka's truck up
I guess that's what lead me to cuffs
Becomin' common in my life like funerals was
Daddy's less common now, he gave up
After he heard the judge pin a fucking felony on his son
Funny enough
Me and Aunt Barbara even closer
Start to feel some weight lift off her shoulder
Till it piled back on when a radiologist] told her
That she had breast cancer and might not live much longer
Fast forward
The woman that I call my "mother" isn't my mother
Or even blood but that's how much I love her
And I'm feeling awkward cause the doorbell's from the person that I call HER
Maybe I ain't ready for it...
Shit, what should i wear?
Fuck that, I ain't going down there
I waited over a decade for closure
Why should i receive it if it might not be something i want to hear
In the mirror is a empty reflection
And in my head are questions I want to ask like, "Where the fuck did you go?"
Why did you turn my birthdays to the worst days every year that you didn't show?
And if you must know, I didn't turn out to be much else
Than a drunk who fell face first to a pile of hell
Took four snuffs of the devil's dust
Ended up with my manager helping me cause I couldn't take a piss by myself
But i did get a record deal
And all my records got that making of a legend feel
And I did have a daughter who I promised that the way that way you made me felt
Is a way she will never, feel
Slip a Benadryl in my cup
Ech, fuck it I'm sickening up
Pit of my stomach clenching, all my muscles stiffening up
I ain't been this nervous since i got jumped
Flick the tip of my J over a surface cover with ashes and junk
Took a pull and sat it down
Put on both of my Chucks
Reach for the door but my hand's sweaty, I'm anxious as fuck
Couldn't even hit the stairs without remembering how many years
I was there waiting to see your car pull up
Now you saying she's right there?
Man you saying she's right there?
You telling me if I open up this door right here
That she'll been standing right there?
And after all these years am I wrong for having this fear
Of meeting the reflection that was missing in the mirror
Open up the door and then I see her
Merry Go Round lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry go round...
Look...
Summer day
Bobby and this girl would wake up every summer day
This boy and girl had nothing, they were runaways
So in love that now all they wanted was pain and so it came
Never had a silver spoon present in the past
Now at last, the spoon is present and so the boy wet it
Told her bring him a slab, a cotton swab, and a match
And told her one day they’ll fly across the world and have a wedding
Like “baby I have a plan, come with me to this place
Baby give me your hand, now flip it give me a vein
Baby take off your belt, we’ll use it as a restraint”
She sees that it starts to melt, he reaches inside a case
Fills the needle with food, flicks the needle with haste
Brings the needle to her, she isn’t right in the face
The boy can tell that she’s scared, he says “I love you, okay?”
Then shoves it into her arm and says “how the fuck does that taste baby?!”
[Hook:]
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry go round...
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry, merry, merry go round
Her dress drops, her head drops
Swiggin’ out of a whiskey bottle, he just watches
But he was not Bobby, see Bobby had joined the army
Been gone for a couple months now she’s messin with everybody
Everyone of the dealers, everyone hears her squealing
Trading pussy for product, she did anything for that feeling
But then she started that feeling, early morning she’s kneelin’
In front of the toilet look at her belly there’s no concealing
That she’s expecting a child
This woman is living foul
She’s only 20 years old
And hardly can even smile
Ultrasound shows a baby that’s barely over a pound
Sold everything in her house just trying to score an ounce
News of her baby’s father was that he died in the war
Now that syringe is all that keeps her alive anymore
No mattress, so her and her child dyin’ on the floor
As a letter’s at the door reading:
“I’ll be home tomorrow. love, Bobby”
[Hook:]
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry go round...
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry, merry, merry go round
Knockin’ at the door but doesn’t get an answer
Bobby’s nervous, his heart starts to beat faster
He hasn’t talked to his girl in so long
She sold his phone for a hit, damn how he wish that he could hear her laughter
But his drug hit her like a cancer
And he forgot ‘cause he had left and cleaned his act up
Passenger seat in his Acura got a picture of ‘em kissing
Under the words "happily ever after”
He walks into the house, it’s a fuckin’ disaster
Every step he takes his shoe crushes a capsule
Holds his breath, he knows what he smells isn’t natural
Looks down, it’s the body of the queen of his castle
“Baby please, baby please!!!"
"Wake up!!!”
He screams on his knees and he sees her hands around her stomach
Inside was a child
And realizes it was his…
[gun cock, gun shot]
Summer day,
An entire family died on that summer day
‘cause a facade made a girl give her love away
But those were Bobby’s consequences that he had to pay
Love is pain
[Hook:]
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry go round...
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry go round...
Look...
Summer day
Bobby and this girl would wake up every summer day
This boy and girl had nothing, they were runaways
So in love that now all they wanted was pain and so it came
Never had a silver spoon present in the past
Now at last, the spoon is present and so the boy wet it
Told her bring him a slab, a cotton swab, and a match
And told her one day they’ll fly across the world and have a wedding
Like “baby I have a plan, come with me to this place
Baby give me your hand, now flip it give me a vein
Baby take off your belt, we’ll use it as a restraint”
She sees that it starts to melt, he reaches inside a case
Fills the needle with food, flicks the needle with haste
Brings the needle to her, she isn’t right in the face
The boy can tell that she’s scared, he says “I love you, okay?”
Then shoves it into her arm and says “how the fuck does that taste baby?!”
[Hook:]
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry go round...
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry, merry, merry go round
Her dress drops, her head drops
Swiggin’ out of a whiskey bottle, he just watches
But he was not Bobby, see Bobby had joined the army
Been gone for a couple months now she’s messin with everybody
Everyone of the dealers, everyone hears her squealing
Trading pussy for product, she did anything for that feeling
But then she started that feeling, early morning she’s kneelin’
In front of the toilet look at her belly there’s no concealing
That she’s expecting a child
This woman is living foul
She’s only 20 years old
And hardly can even smile
Ultrasound shows a baby that’s barely over a pound
Sold everything in her house just trying to score an ounce
News of her baby’s father was that he died in the war
Now that syringe is all that keeps her alive anymore
No mattress, so her and her child dyin’ on the floor
As a letter’s at the door reading:
“I’ll be home tomorrow. love, Bobby”
[Hook:]
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry go round...
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry, merry, merry go round
Knockin’ at the door but doesn’t get an answer
Bobby’s nervous, his heart starts to beat faster
He hasn’t talked to his girl in so long
She sold his phone for a hit, damn how he wish that he could hear her laughter
But his drug hit her like a cancer
And he forgot ‘cause he had left and cleaned his act up
Passenger seat in his Acura got a picture of ‘em kissing
Under the words "happily ever after”
He walks into the house, it’s a fuckin’ disaster
Every step he takes his shoe crushes a capsule
Holds his breath, he knows what he smells isn’t natural
Looks down, it’s the body of the queen of his castle
“Baby please, baby please!!!"
"Wake up!!!”
He screams on his knees and he sees her hands around her stomach
Inside was a child
And realizes it was his…
[gun cock, gun shot]
Summer day,
An entire family died on that summer day
‘cause a facade made a girl give her love away
But those were Bobby’s consequences that he had to pay
Love is pain
[Hook:]
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry go round...
Merry, merry, merry go round
I don’t want to see you down
I don’t want to see you frown
Merry, merry, merry go round
A Little More lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Victoria Monet)
[Hook - Victoria Monet]
I screamed at the top of my lungs
But my voice couldn't save this home
You're proud of the guns you hold
What's left now? Where can we go?
[Verse 1 - Machine Gun Kelly]
I had a dream that the world changed
And for a minute there was no pain
Instead of presidents and old sayings
I heard lyrics from Kurt Cobain
Then I wake up to see the world's ill
Oceans tainted from the oil spills
How many kids have these wars killed?
How many families can't afford bills?
I wish that I could let the world know
That it's okay to let the pain show
And even though times seem bad
It always rains before the rainbow
[Hook - Victoria Monet]
I screamed at the top of my lungs
But my voice couldn't save this home
You're proud of the guns you hold
What's left now? Where can we go?
[Bridge - Victoria Monet + (Machine Gun Kelly)]
(I think we all)
We all need a little more love
(I think we all)
We all need a little more love
(We just need)
A little more love
(The world needs)
A little more love
[Verse 2 - Machine Gun Kelly]
In my hood money equals power
And in the world money controls everything we believe in
I can see we're in our darkest hour
Cause it feels like the government just as crooked as the police
I spent the weekend catchin' up on the news
A girl committed suicide after she was bullied at school
Cause some dudes told her she wasn't cool
But you would rather gossip about a famous person breaking the rules
I'm confused, tell me is my life's price worth the jewels?
They told me fight night I'm supposed to lose
Just cause in hindsight, they don't like my type
White boy with some rhythm and blues
[Hook - Victoria Monet]
I screamed at the top of my lungs
But my voice couldn't save this home
You're proud of the guns you hold
What's left now? Where can we go?
[Bridge - Victoria Monet + (Machine Gun Kelly)]
(I think we all)
We all need a little more love
(I think we all)
We all need a little more love
(We just need)
A little more love
(The world needs)
A little more love
[Verse 3 - Machine Gun Kelly]
You can give up like they tell you
Stop like they tell you
Be scared to dream for the top like they tell you
But I'm tryna tell you, fuck what they tell you
[Outro:]
(I think we, uh) And in these dark times, as a part of a generation they claim can't be saved, it's important to know we're not blind, we see the truth through blue and dark eyes, and I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees if I can't live free. Right now in the world we just need
(a little more love).
I screamed at the top of my lungs
But my voice couldn't save this home
You're proud of the guns you hold
What's left now? Where can we go?
[Verse 1 - Machine Gun Kelly]
I had a dream that the world changed
And for a minute there was no pain
Instead of presidents and old sayings
I heard lyrics from Kurt Cobain
Then I wake up to see the world's ill
Oceans tainted from the oil spills
How many kids have these wars killed?
How many families can't afford bills?
I wish that I could let the world know
That it's okay to let the pain show
And even though times seem bad
It always rains before the rainbow
[Hook - Victoria Monet]
I screamed at the top of my lungs
But my voice couldn't save this home
You're proud of the guns you hold
What's left now? Where can we go?
[Bridge - Victoria Monet + (Machine Gun Kelly)]
(I think we all)
We all need a little more love
(I think we all)
We all need a little more love
(We just need)
A little more love
(The world needs)
A little more love
[Verse 2 - Machine Gun Kelly]
In my hood money equals power
And in the world money controls everything we believe in
I can see we're in our darkest hour
Cause it feels like the government just as crooked as the police
I spent the weekend catchin' up on the news
A girl committed suicide after she was bullied at school
Cause some dudes told her she wasn't cool
But you would rather gossip about a famous person breaking the rules
I'm confused, tell me is my life's price worth the jewels?
They told me fight night I'm supposed to lose
Just cause in hindsight, they don't like my type
White boy with some rhythm and blues
[Hook - Victoria Monet]
I screamed at the top of my lungs
But my voice couldn't save this home
You're proud of the guns you hold
What's left now? Where can we go?
[Bridge - Victoria Monet + (Machine Gun Kelly)]
(I think we all)
We all need a little more love
(I think we all)
We all need a little more love
(We just need)
A little more love
(The world needs)
A little more love
[Verse 3 - Machine Gun Kelly]
You can give up like they tell you
Stop like they tell you
Be scared to dream for the top like they tell you
But I'm tryna tell you, fuck what they tell you
[Outro:]
(I think we, uh) And in these dark times, as a part of a generation they claim can't be saved, it's important to know we're not blind, we see the truth through blue and dark eyes, and I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees if I can't live free. Right now in the world we just need
(a little more love).
All Night Long lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Ay yo
This that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he puts his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got everybody hating
Success to me is inspiration
Cause how we supposed to know that what we dream is possible
If don't nobody that looks like us makes it?
You only got one life, don't waste it
I mean we only got one night, get wasted
I mean I know you're trying to think it out
But go with what you feel cause real problems can't be calculated
It's hard to find the answer when they have no explanation
It's hard to find where you're headed when there's no destination
It's hard to know when we're going when there's no expiration
So until that day, just keep that Kells inside your playlist and
[Hook:]
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Drinking whiskey like a desperado
My bitches drinking Reposado
Ashing in an empty bottle
Listening to the songs that put our asses in this empty condo
Remember ridin' 'round in Ashleigh's car though?
When the radio first played our song though?
Or at her house when MTV first showed my face
That clip was crazy, I swear it felt like we won the lotto
But a million bucks can't buy priceless moments
An a million people may not know us
But every one of us wants this gift we own
And that is: how is how to keep it real
How to never judge somebody by their steering wheel
Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I said it's hard to know where you're headed
When there's no destination
So until that day, just keep that Kells inside your playlist and
[Hook:]
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
This shit right here, man, this shit feels right! Aye Dub! Aye Dre! Aye Irv! you know it's all year right? Hah! I'm sitting here in the middle of New York City, the night before I gotta turn my second album in, higher than a motherfucka, drunker than a motherfucka, with my boys, and I'm thinking, damn, man 5 years ago, we were dead broke chilling in Cleveland everyday, and the next thing you know, people are calling us about record deals. And you know, the crazy part is, Ashleigh rented this white Nissan Altima for me and Slim so we could drive out to New York. I think she had to some work some shit or something, so she couldn't go so we were gonna go out there and see what these labels were talking about. And I'm driving us there, but my license's suspended so I tell Slim, I'm like “Yo, I gotta pull up before we get to New York and switch, so you can drive in case we get pulled over" cause we got pulled over the last time we went there. But you know, he had a license so it made sense for him to drive so cut to like 7 and a half hours later, I'm pulling over in this emergency lane and right as I'm opening the door to switch with Slim, boom! This fucking car going full speed on the highway swerves off the road and smashed into us. Yo, I swear to God I woke up half my body's laying outside the car in the ditch, like 15-20 feet away from where we just were. The car was totalled, the windows were smashed, it was cold as fuck, it was raining outside, but we were actually okay. I mean, my boy had to go the hospital you know the ambulance came and shit, he ended up being alright, but our meeting's with the record label started at 2 and we didn't have no car, and now we were stuck in a fucking hospital in New Jersey. So this dude that, I ended up partnering with later on, his name's James McMillan, he comes and gets us to these meetings and shit, somehow, someway. I don't know if it was just because we just got into a crazy car crash and could've died a couple of hours ago but I'm in there and like you know I'm not feeling this shit man I'm not feeling this record label shit and we drove back to Cleveland. Now I'm back in Ashleigh's mom's basement, I'm thinking about life, you know, I'm on a shit ton of vicodin cause the doctors at the hospital you know gave us something cause we got into that car accident and Ashleigh runs downstairs and she's like “Yo, yo, Kells, Kells, you're not gonna believe who wants to talk to you right now." I'm like, "who?” She's like “He's gonna call you in 30 seconds." Now I guess, when I was in New York, I had made some kinda noise cause this dude named Byron who ended up becoming my manager later on took this video I had called “Chip off the Block” over to Bad Boy and showed Harve Pierre and Harve Pierre went and showed that vid to a guy named Puff, so I answer my phone, depressed, down, fucked up on vicodin and I hear: “Please hold, I have Mister Sean Combs for you." I said, god damn, life's about to change, man, I felt it. And sometimes thats all it takes, it's just that feeling you know what I mean. I knew I was gonna be here, and now I'm here
Feel that, uh
Lace up, Kells
Lace up, Kells
Farewell, yeah
This that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he puts his city on
That boy, Kells
This that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he puts his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got everybody hating
Success to me is inspiration
Cause how we supposed to know that what we dream is possible
If don't nobody that looks like us makes it?
You only got one life, don't waste it
I mean we only got one night, get wasted
I mean I know you're trying to think it out
But go with what you feel cause real problems can't be calculated
It's hard to find the answer when they have no explanation
It's hard to find where you're headed when there's no destination
It's hard to know when we're going when there's no expiration
So until that day, just keep that Kells inside your playlist and
[Hook:]
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Drinking whiskey like a desperado
My bitches drinking Reposado
Ashing in an empty bottle
Listening to the songs that put our asses in this empty condo
Remember ridin' 'round in Ashleigh's car though?
When the radio first played our song though?
Or at her house when MTV first showed my face
That clip was crazy, I swear it felt like we won the lotto
But a million bucks can't buy priceless moments
An a million people may not know us
But every one of us wants this gift we own
And that is: how is how to keep it real
How to never judge somebody by their steering wheel
Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I said it's hard to know where you're headed
When there's no destination
So until that day, just keep that Kells inside your playlist and
[Hook:]
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
Bring those speakers up on blast, play it all night long
This shit right here, man, this shit feels right! Aye Dub! Aye Dre! Aye Irv! you know it's all year right? Hah! I'm sitting here in the middle of New York City, the night before I gotta turn my second album in, higher than a motherfucka, drunker than a motherfucka, with my boys, and I'm thinking, damn, man 5 years ago, we were dead broke chilling in Cleveland everyday, and the next thing you know, people are calling us about record deals. And you know, the crazy part is, Ashleigh rented this white Nissan Altima for me and Slim so we could drive out to New York. I think she had to some work some shit or something, so she couldn't go so we were gonna go out there and see what these labels were talking about. And I'm driving us there, but my license's suspended so I tell Slim, I'm like “Yo, I gotta pull up before we get to New York and switch, so you can drive in case we get pulled over" cause we got pulled over the last time we went there. But you know, he had a license so it made sense for him to drive so cut to like 7 and a half hours later, I'm pulling over in this emergency lane and right as I'm opening the door to switch with Slim, boom! This fucking car going full speed on the highway swerves off the road and smashed into us. Yo, I swear to God I woke up half my body's laying outside the car in the ditch, like 15-20 feet away from where we just were. The car was totalled, the windows were smashed, it was cold as fuck, it was raining outside, but we were actually okay. I mean, my boy had to go the hospital you know the ambulance came and shit, he ended up being alright, but our meeting's with the record label started at 2 and we didn't have no car, and now we were stuck in a fucking hospital in New Jersey. So this dude that, I ended up partnering with later on, his name's James McMillan, he comes and gets us to these meetings and shit, somehow, someway. I don't know if it was just because we just got into a crazy car crash and could've died a couple of hours ago but I'm in there and like you know I'm not feeling this shit man I'm not feeling this record label shit and we drove back to Cleveland. Now I'm back in Ashleigh's mom's basement, I'm thinking about life, you know, I'm on a shit ton of vicodin cause the doctors at the hospital you know gave us something cause we got into that car accident and Ashleigh runs downstairs and she's like “Yo, yo, Kells, Kells, you're not gonna believe who wants to talk to you right now." I'm like, "who?” She's like “He's gonna call you in 30 seconds." Now I guess, when I was in New York, I had made some kinda noise cause this dude named Byron who ended up becoming my manager later on took this video I had called “Chip off the Block” over to Bad Boy and showed Harve Pierre and Harve Pierre went and showed that vid to a guy named Puff, so I answer my phone, depressed, down, fucked up on vicodin and I hear: “Please hold, I have Mister Sean Combs for you." I said, god damn, life's about to change, man, I felt it. And sometimes thats all it takes, it's just that feeling you know what I mean. I knew I was gonna be here, and now I'm here
Feel that, uh
Lace up, Kells
Lace up, Kells
Farewell, yeah
This that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he puts his city on
That boy, Kells
Make It Happen lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Okay, I got a question
Am I loud out there?
I mean, do you really hear me? (Huh?)
The definition of greatness
Is in the making you're witnessing the amazing
Blame me if you awaken
You've been sleeping too long on the one who was chosen mufucka
You're probably unaware but I'm here to let you know it
Take a listen, shut the fuck up for once and just enjoy it: Real Music
Bullshit on the daily? try to avoid it
Your life's ass, similar to a toilet huh?
You see me living chasing everything I wanted, huh?
Forever blunted, ready for whatever coming, huh?
The mailman keep the check coming
The cash in keep the 'vette running
Stop sign? Bitch I run that
Look at where I hung at,
Bunch of Eastside boys on the field, punt that
Ball 4 life
Give me some shrooms for the serotonin
Me and the crew living for the moment
Everything we wanted is ours
[Hook:]
Put me in a fast car,
Big house with a beach for a backyard
Stress free cause I ain't trying to live with it
The state of mind that I'm in got me thinking different
I used to dream until I realized it wasn't shit in reality
Cause you can make it happen
And I'ma make it happen
You gon' watch me make it happen bet you gon remember me
When you see me in that fast car,
Big house with a beach for a backyard
Stress free I ain't trying to live with it
The state of mind that I'm in got me thinking different
I used to dream until I realized it wasn't shit in reality
Cause you can make it happen
And I'ma make it happen
You gon' watch me make it happen
Bet they gon remember me
Bet they gon remember me
Damn
So many people got them hating faces
Like why you mad at me? I’m just out here getting faces
Irritated with these bitches and their crazy ways
When all I wanted was some head on a lazy day, damn
(Where you been?)
On the other side of the map taking naps in first class getting paid to rap
Paid off having jobs since the seventh grade
Got laid off ever since I've been self made
See my homie want to see me win
Fronted me some bands told me "Youngin go and get it in"
He believed in it more than I, So I gotta ride
Down to die for my dawgs, yep, EST 4 Life
Opportunity took advantage I gotta manage
Even when it's hard, hard times, yea, what would I be without it?
The struggle made me tougher, forcing me to hustle
Money in demand, fuck fame ain't nothing but trouble dawg
I'm never perfect, I got flaws like a lot of ya'll
Who be critizing on the low, hating on ya boy
Ya'll defensive maybe that's why I offend you
When I dribble through my legs in the mall when it's time to ball
Life on the edge, hope I never fall
Though you pray I do, what a shame, but I maintain shooting for the stars
Let it bang bitch i'm out of range
And just know I shoot back with my rap name
[Hook:]
Put me in a fast car, big house with a beach for a backyard
Stress free cuz I ain't trying to live with it
The state of mind that I'm in got me thinking different
I use to dream until I realized it wasn't shit in reality
Cuz you can make it happen
And I'ma make it happen
You gon' watch me make it happen bet you gon remember me
When you see me in that fast car,
Big house with a beach for a backyard
Stress free I ain't trying to live with it
The state of mind that I'm in got me thinking different
I use to dream until I realized it wasn't shit in reality
Cuz you can make it happen
And I'ma make it happen
You gon' watch me make it happen
Bet they gon remember me
They gon' remember me
Bet they gon remember me
Bet they gon remember me
Am I loud out there?
I mean, do you really hear me? (Huh?)
The definition of greatness
Is in the making you're witnessing the amazing
Blame me if you awaken
You've been sleeping too long on the one who was chosen mufucka
You're probably unaware but I'm here to let you know it
Take a listen, shut the fuck up for once and just enjoy it: Real Music
Bullshit on the daily? try to avoid it
Your life's ass, similar to a toilet huh?
You see me living chasing everything I wanted, huh?
Forever blunted, ready for whatever coming, huh?
The mailman keep the check coming
The cash in keep the 'vette running
Stop sign? Bitch I run that
Look at where I hung at,
Bunch of Eastside boys on the field, punt that
Ball 4 life
Give me some shrooms for the serotonin
Me and the crew living for the moment
Everything we wanted is ours
[Hook:]
Put me in a fast car,
Big house with a beach for a backyard
Stress free cause I ain't trying to live with it
The state of mind that I'm in got me thinking different
I used to dream until I realized it wasn't shit in reality
Cause you can make it happen
And I'ma make it happen
You gon' watch me make it happen bet you gon remember me
When you see me in that fast car,
Big house with a beach for a backyard
Stress free I ain't trying to live with it
The state of mind that I'm in got me thinking different
I used to dream until I realized it wasn't shit in reality
Cause you can make it happen
And I'ma make it happen
You gon' watch me make it happen
Bet they gon remember me
Bet they gon remember me
Damn
So many people got them hating faces
Like why you mad at me? I’m just out here getting faces
Irritated with these bitches and their crazy ways
When all I wanted was some head on a lazy day, damn
(Where you been?)
On the other side of the map taking naps in first class getting paid to rap
Paid off having jobs since the seventh grade
Got laid off ever since I've been self made
See my homie want to see me win
Fronted me some bands told me "Youngin go and get it in"
He believed in it more than I, So I gotta ride
Down to die for my dawgs, yep, EST 4 Life
Opportunity took advantage I gotta manage
Even when it's hard, hard times, yea, what would I be without it?
The struggle made me tougher, forcing me to hustle
Money in demand, fuck fame ain't nothing but trouble dawg
I'm never perfect, I got flaws like a lot of ya'll
Who be critizing on the low, hating on ya boy
Ya'll defensive maybe that's why I offend you
When I dribble through my legs in the mall when it's time to ball
Life on the edge, hope I never fall
Though you pray I do, what a shame, but I maintain shooting for the stars
Let it bang bitch i'm out of range
And just know I shoot back with my rap name
[Hook:]
Put me in a fast car, big house with a beach for a backyard
Stress free cuz I ain't trying to live with it
The state of mind that I'm in got me thinking different
I use to dream until I realized it wasn't shit in reality
Cuz you can make it happen
And I'ma make it happen
You gon' watch me make it happen bet you gon remember me
When you see me in that fast car,
Big house with a beach for a backyard
Stress free I ain't trying to live with it
The state of mind that I'm in got me thinking different
I use to dream until I realized it wasn't shit in reality
Cuz you can make it happen
And I'ma make it happen
You gon' watch me make it happen
Bet they gon remember me
They gon' remember me
Bet they gon remember me
Bet they gon remember me
Round Here lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Uh, roll another I've been at it all night long
Uh, bedroom, bad bitch, bright white thong
Uh, but she's dark like the color of my heart is
Uh, and I will never love but she fuck me regardless
Uh, I'm in Cleveland if you want to come and witness how a boss lives
Uh, I'm a Beatle to these people like Paul McCart is
(Remember?)
Remember hitting 93rd back to Slim and Dub's mom's crib?
When we ain't wanna hear rappers talk about how their Saint Laurent fits
Bitch I still feel that way people say that way
People say that attitude will get you killed one day
But even in my wake nobody's safe
Cuz "keeping fake fucks out of the game" is in my will some way, okay?
Let's not sugar coat it, don't no rappers want it
I'll put the hands to em, they need hydrocodone
Catch me in the morning
Caught up in the moment
On the corner with some youngins that be styrofoamin, turn up,
I'm advanced with the burn up
25 L's for your man that's murder
22. Cal in the pants, that's murder
Homie let Kells on the track, that's murder
25 grams on the scale's unheard of
Add 3 more, make an ounce, then serve it
Flip it to a chicken, let the town get word
That you whippin that bitchh up in the kitchen like Ike Turner
[Hook:]
That is how they get it round here
That is how the fuck they get it round here
(round here, round here)
That is how they get it round here
That is how the fuck they get it round here
(round here, round here)
It's some Wahoo fitteds round here
It's some tattoo'd killers round here
(round here, round here)
But everybody snitchin round here
Gotta keep it independent round here
(round here, round here)
Gotta keep it trill round here
Bikes hit one wheel round here
It's a lot of pills round here
Anything for them bills round here
(anything for the loot)
They don't wear a mask round here
They be coming for yo ass round here
(please don't shoot)
You could never last round here
Call Kells for a pass round here
Uh, Roll another I been gone all day bitch
Uh, In the gutter with my brother up the way bitch
(Uptown)
Uh, Back in Shaker graduated '08 bitch
Shit, I couldn't get A's now a muthafucka A-list
You know a muthafucka dangerous
You know I'm really in the Land with the gangstas
I'm on Lakeshore heading to the range
With my .40 on some Wu-Tang 36 Chambers
Empty the whole thing then I'm going over to Harvard
I ain't talking about Cambridge,
If you don't understand the conversation
That's cause you don't speak a real man's language
Can't nobody see me on the Spades
I'm a muthafucking King with the Ace
I be in the muthafuckin city on the lake
Where they never hesitate to put a beam on your face
I can make an eighth flip to a quake quick, shits basic
18, learning all that in Mitch's basement
Big dreams, gotta chase em, stay anxious
Just left Avis I'm driving to the majors
2010 was a paper and a pen
2011 we was touring in a van
2012 was the muthafuckin year I put an album out
Now I ain't never looking back again
"Let me get a hand, let me get a hand!"
That right there is something you will never hear me saying
Bitch i'm from the C-L-E-V-E-Land
All you see is E-S-T round me man
Kells
[Hook:]
That is how they get it round here
That is how the fuck they get it round here
(round here, round here)
That is how they get it round here
That is how the fuck they get it round here
(round here, round here)
It's some Wahoo fitteds round here
It's some tattoo'd killers round here
(round here, round here)
But everybody snitchin round here
Gotta keep it independent round here
(round here, round here)
Gotta keep it trill round here
Bikes hit one wheel round here
It's a lot of pills round here
Anything for them bills round here
(anything for the loot)
They don't wear a mask round here
They be coming for yo ass round here
(please don't shoot)
You could never last round here
Call Kells for a pass round here
Uh, bedroom, bad bitch, bright white thong
Uh, but she's dark like the color of my heart is
Uh, and I will never love but she fuck me regardless
Uh, I'm in Cleveland if you want to come and witness how a boss lives
Uh, I'm a Beatle to these people like Paul McCart is
(Remember?)
Remember hitting 93rd back to Slim and Dub's mom's crib?
When we ain't wanna hear rappers talk about how their Saint Laurent fits
Bitch I still feel that way people say that way
People say that attitude will get you killed one day
But even in my wake nobody's safe
Cuz "keeping fake fucks out of the game" is in my will some way, okay?
Let's not sugar coat it, don't no rappers want it
I'll put the hands to em, they need hydrocodone
Catch me in the morning
Caught up in the moment
On the corner with some youngins that be styrofoamin, turn up,
I'm advanced with the burn up
25 L's for your man that's murder
22. Cal in the pants, that's murder
Homie let Kells on the track, that's murder
25 grams on the scale's unheard of
Add 3 more, make an ounce, then serve it
Flip it to a chicken, let the town get word
That you whippin that bitchh up in the kitchen like Ike Turner
[Hook:]
That is how they get it round here
That is how the fuck they get it round here
(round here, round here)
That is how they get it round here
That is how the fuck they get it round here
(round here, round here)
It's some Wahoo fitteds round here
It's some tattoo'd killers round here
(round here, round here)
But everybody snitchin round here
Gotta keep it independent round here
(round here, round here)
Gotta keep it trill round here
Bikes hit one wheel round here
It's a lot of pills round here
Anything for them bills round here
(anything for the loot)
They don't wear a mask round here
They be coming for yo ass round here
(please don't shoot)
You could never last round here
Call Kells for a pass round here
Uh, Roll another I been gone all day bitch
Uh, In the gutter with my brother up the way bitch
(Uptown)
Uh, Back in Shaker graduated '08 bitch
Shit, I couldn't get A's now a muthafucka A-list
You know a muthafucka dangerous
You know I'm really in the Land with the gangstas
I'm on Lakeshore heading to the range
With my .40 on some Wu-Tang 36 Chambers
Empty the whole thing then I'm going over to Harvard
I ain't talking about Cambridge,
If you don't understand the conversation
That's cause you don't speak a real man's language
Can't nobody see me on the Spades
I'm a muthafucking King with the Ace
I be in the muthafuckin city on the lake
Where they never hesitate to put a beam on your face
I can make an eighth flip to a quake quick, shits basic
18, learning all that in Mitch's basement
Big dreams, gotta chase em, stay anxious
Just left Avis I'm driving to the majors
2010 was a paper and a pen
2011 we was touring in a van
2012 was the muthafuckin year I put an album out
Now I ain't never looking back again
"Let me get a hand, let me get a hand!"
That right there is something you will never hear me saying
Bitch i'm from the C-L-E-V-E-Land
All you see is E-S-T round me man
Kells
[Hook:]
That is how they get it round here
That is how the fuck they get it round here
(round here, round here)
That is how they get it round here
That is how the fuck they get it round here
(round here, round here)
It's some Wahoo fitteds round here
It's some tattoo'd killers round here
(round here, round here)
But everybody snitchin round here
Gotta keep it independent round here
(round here, round here)
Gotta keep it trill round here
Bikes hit one wheel round here
It's a lot of pills round here
Anything for them bills round here
(anything for the loot)
They don't wear a mask round here
They be coming for yo ass round here
(please don't shoot)
You could never last round here
Call Kells for a pass round here
Therapy lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
I've known kells since I was like eleven
Since like sixth grade you know what I mean
Kells held me down a lot my cousin held me
Down a lot and that's really it people fall off real quick when
You're in here
Ay tell'em imma need a minute, damn
My heads fucked up I be thinkin' jail whenever hear'em
Say they need a sentence I be in the booth zoned out
They say they just need a couple lines and
The years on the road got me thinkin' blow
Even though they just wanted some bars like jail time
See there I go, somebody this drink from me, I love my bitches oh
Please god don't let them take none of the paint from me
And since you need a filler for the dead space
Sorry I had to get my head straight one of the homies back
Home caught a fed case
And how I'm suppose to feel when I'm in hollywood trynna get
A couple mil and I just got a call that my dawg got killed
And maybe it wouldn't have happened if I wouldn't have been
Out here but and still even back when dub had a job cuttin'
Steel even back when we was on the block up the hill up
Hundred thirty first there was blood gettin' spilled
I ain't re-invent the wheel mothafucka
This is how it is where I live mothafucka
Semis and blue nose pit mothafucka
Just in case they run up in the crib mothafucka
Got kids mothafucka
Fuck you think you knew about me?
Got a question? I don't even want to talk to you ask them
They the ones that grew up around me
Kept it 100 percent same crew till the end, kells
It's deeper than that you know what I mean
In so many years and all the shit we been through
That's definitely my brother
I do for him, he do for me
And it was always like that ay shit changes
Same mothafucka we grew up with we're still boys
He never really been for the bullshit he's one hunned
Imma need about an hour
And a first class ticket wait
Make that a jet and a champagne shower
Oh I ain't rich yet
Fuck it I can make a dollar inna dream, work
I was on the cover of double XL I ain't talkin' 'bout the big T-shirt
Lace up I'm finna run circles 'round squares in these nike airs
Finna go hard with my dawgs that were right there
Finna treat songs like a mothafuckin' pal
And flip an empty house to a mothafuckin crowd
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout yes sir
Errbody better pay respect yes sir
I be in the land with a steel tecsture
I object and a ways that they test first
Bitch I'm from the east side, east side
Watch first 48 I owe nobody just know I rep, rep OH, get it?
Fuck it if you don't I'm just ventin' like I use to do like these
Rappers I will never mention how stupid are you to think I would
Give you my attention when you nothin' but a peasant and
I am a fuckin' legend can you feel that?
Once we got our highschool they were teachin' shit
So we would just go do whatever get some money do whatever
We was always scared of kickin it though
Kids would want to battle and shit you know what I mean
Like he said he wanted to rap so he would push into random
Battle at school you know what I mean
I just knew one of us would make it in something you
Know what I mean and I just felt that
Since like sixth grade you know what I mean
Kells held me down a lot my cousin held me
Down a lot and that's really it people fall off real quick when
You're in here
Ay tell'em imma need a minute, damn
My heads fucked up I be thinkin' jail whenever hear'em
Say they need a sentence I be in the booth zoned out
They say they just need a couple lines and
The years on the road got me thinkin' blow
Even though they just wanted some bars like jail time
See there I go, somebody this drink from me, I love my bitches oh
Please god don't let them take none of the paint from me
And since you need a filler for the dead space
Sorry I had to get my head straight one of the homies back
Home caught a fed case
And how I'm suppose to feel when I'm in hollywood trynna get
A couple mil and I just got a call that my dawg got killed
And maybe it wouldn't have happened if I wouldn't have been
Out here but and still even back when dub had a job cuttin'
Steel even back when we was on the block up the hill up
Hundred thirty first there was blood gettin' spilled
I ain't re-invent the wheel mothafucka
This is how it is where I live mothafucka
Semis and blue nose pit mothafucka
Just in case they run up in the crib mothafucka
Got kids mothafucka
Fuck you think you knew about me?
Got a question? I don't even want to talk to you ask them
They the ones that grew up around me
Kept it 100 percent same crew till the end, kells
It's deeper than that you know what I mean
In so many years and all the shit we been through
That's definitely my brother
I do for him, he do for me
And it was always like that ay shit changes
Same mothafucka we grew up with we're still boys
He never really been for the bullshit he's one hunned
Imma need about an hour
And a first class ticket wait
Make that a jet and a champagne shower
Oh I ain't rich yet
Fuck it I can make a dollar inna dream, work
I was on the cover of double XL I ain't talkin' 'bout the big T-shirt
Lace up I'm finna run circles 'round squares in these nike airs
Finna go hard with my dawgs that were right there
Finna treat songs like a mothafuckin' pal
And flip an empty house to a mothafuckin crowd
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout yes sir
Errbody better pay respect yes sir
I be in the land with a steel tecsture
I object and a ways that they test first
Bitch I'm from the east side, east side
Watch first 48 I owe nobody just know I rep, rep OH, get it?
Fuck it if you don't I'm just ventin' like I use to do like these
Rappers I will never mention how stupid are you to think I would
Give you my attention when you nothin' but a peasant and
I am a fuckin' legend can you feel that?
Once we got our highschool they were teachin' shit
So we would just go do whatever get some money do whatever
We was always scared of kickin it though
Kids would want to battle and shit you know what I mean
Like he said he wanted to rap so he would push into random
Battle at school you know what I mean
I just knew one of us would make it in something you
Know what I mean and I just felt that
mixtape: "Fuck It" (2015)
- Almost lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- On Everything lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Tezo)
- Blue Skies lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Thoed Ass lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Dub-O & Tezo)
- Conversations lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Rockstar (Interlude) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Rolling Stone lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Earl St. Clair)
- The Register lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Biggie lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (performed by Ray Jr.)
Almost lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Almost, to the top Almost Famous, shit ya'll know
Hesitation, don't get none
Still I'll go to the basement, put Vice City in the PlayStation
Get away from stress, keep j's rotating
Dab rings and a bad bitch naked, I just wanna live
See that's what the fuck I'm talkin about right there
Yeah yeah, I just wanna live
Let me smoke my weed in public, eat this In and Out burger
Can I, live? Sleep in till mothafuckin noon and fuck my bitch
You know what I'm saying?
That's my perfect world right there
Back to it
What if I don't wanna work?
For a boss I don't get along with
Name tag on a shirt
I'd rather be at home doing bong rips
But I'm just being real
A lil irresponsible but I don't really give a fuck how you feel
Cause this ain't your life
This is on my shit, my shit
Don't worry about where I'm at, who I'm with
Commenting on the words that come from my lips
Bitch, please excuse my wrist
While I whip, whip, whip, whip
The car they said I couldn't get
With the all black leather on, looking like the Matrix
I am the one like 2 joints, 35 millimeter life view point
Everything is like a movie now a days
Speaking of I did a movie the other day, ay!
I just, I just, I just wanna know am I being modest?
Asking 50k a show, or do I need mo'?
For all of the years it was slow
For every show where no one would've showed
For driving 12 hours to perform in the cold
Getting to the do and being told no
Bitch I want all that back times ten
Say it again, bitch I want all that back times ten
Bitch I want all that back times ten
One more gain, bitch I want all that back times ten
So, pay up!
Hesitation, don't get none
Still I'll go to the basement, put Vice City in the PlayStation
Get away from stress, keep j's rotating
Dab rings and a bad bitch naked, I just wanna live
See that's what the fuck I'm talkin about right there
Yeah yeah, I just wanna live
Let me smoke my weed in public, eat this In and Out burger
Can I, live? Sleep in till mothafuckin noon and fuck my bitch
You know what I'm saying?
That's my perfect world right there
Back to it
What if I don't wanna work?
For a boss I don't get along with
Name tag on a shirt
I'd rather be at home doing bong rips
But I'm just being real
A lil irresponsible but I don't really give a fuck how you feel
Cause this ain't your life
This is on my shit, my shit
Don't worry about where I'm at, who I'm with
Commenting on the words that come from my lips
Bitch, please excuse my wrist
While I whip, whip, whip, whip
The car they said I couldn't get
With the all black leather on, looking like the Matrix
I am the one like 2 joints, 35 millimeter life view point
Everything is like a movie now a days
Speaking of I did a movie the other day, ay!
I just, I just, I just wanna know am I being modest?
Asking 50k a show, or do I need mo'?
For all of the years it was slow
For every show where no one would've showed
For driving 12 hours to perform in the cold
Getting to the do and being told no
Bitch I want all that back times ten
Say it again, bitch I want all that back times ten
Bitch I want all that back times ten
One more gain, bitch I want all that back times ten
So, pay up!
On Everything lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Tezo)
[Verse 1 - Tezo:]
What's really good?
Niggas tell me that I made it when I hit the hood
Old girl gave it up like I knew she would
Like I knew you would
On that fake shit, that's a whoopy cushion
Old from the start type and he ain't gettin whoopings
I could tell, crabs in the bucket if I fall I'll break shells
They hating on Jesus, I ain't tripping, oh well
I'm just tryna live, word to bond
Swipe it like a visa, catch me if you cheetah
Franklin's new Aretha
I am great, nice to meet ya
On my toes like a ballerina
After this shit drop out won't be making pieces
I ain't never lie, killing everything moving, Mr. Homicide
Mr. Dinner Date, Mr. My Guy
I been doing this but right now I'm at an all time high
I heard you talkin shit but I'm a let it slide
And maybe your chick too, I shine like a gold tooth
Cause niggas is so poop
Fetch me a trash can, I'm suttin like Shaftman
Yeah, body body like P in 97 man
Ya'll niggas out here lookin like Terry
Ya'll niggas out here lookin like
Made peace with the past, hello future
Can't look back, no time for that
Waiting on a miracle, you can't do that
You gotta go and get it like a pick up order, ay
I woke up out in California, my Cali chick like good morning
Food cooked, weed rolled for me
I just laugh cause I think it's funny
Everybody love you when they think that you getting money
Ay I can't wait to ball, like a bad ass kid, tear up the mall
And she got some on, tell her pull down them drawers
Hit it on the first night, I never call
Married to the game, rocking chains instead of wedding ring
If he in the way stretch him out like a limousine
These niggas frontin they don't want the cake like Anna Mae
I am here to stay, I put that on everything
[Chorus:]
I put that on everything, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, I'm here to stay
I put that on everything, bitch
I put that on everything, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, bitch we here to stay
I put that on everything
[Verse 2 - Machine Gun Kelly:]
Me and the crew sippin brews, steady skipping school
Never trusted no one so we tuck a 22
Call a couple bitches, fuck em till they mouths drool
That's how a young muhfucka from the land do
I mean a young muhfucka from the land too trill, too real, too I'll
Excuse me if I do not do it for the camera
Bitch I grew up in the jungle, I'm fucking bananas
My gorillas with me and m dealer with me
With 50 pounds of the sticky icky
Straight from the... boys in the Windy City
Pity, pity these mothafuckas smokin bunk
I light a j and kill a verse, put that shit in the trunk
Back in shaker used to kill em on the table a ton
Bet a couple dollars you could lose the shit if you want
Fuck a rest, still chase change
Always make the mothafucka money
Mever let the money make me, bitch
Young gunner, salute when you see me
I live what I'm rapping for real, you just do it for TV, believe me
My hands bulimic, throwin up L's
Those fans deleted wack rappers and listen to Kells
Used to walk up to the dairy market, get me a shell
Cop a gram from the 5 for my homies in bail
Still 357 under the front of my belt
Now my album is selling off the fucking front of the shelves
This a evolution, a real mothafucka made it, what a revolution
Still muhfuckas hate it, but they couldn't do it
Let me educate the students
You couldn't measure my ground with 80 million rulers
I do this
Shhhh, you could try me if you want and be foolish
But I'm the champion, that means that everyone else loses
You put that money on me, guaranteed you'll recoup it
Bitch I am legend, name a rapper that I haven't influenced
[Chorus]
What's really good?
Niggas tell me that I made it when I hit the hood
Old girl gave it up like I knew she would
Like I knew you would
On that fake shit, that's a whoopy cushion
Old from the start type and he ain't gettin whoopings
I could tell, crabs in the bucket if I fall I'll break shells
They hating on Jesus, I ain't tripping, oh well
I'm just tryna live, word to bond
Swipe it like a visa, catch me if you cheetah
Franklin's new Aretha
I am great, nice to meet ya
On my toes like a ballerina
After this shit drop out won't be making pieces
I ain't never lie, killing everything moving, Mr. Homicide
Mr. Dinner Date, Mr. My Guy
I been doing this but right now I'm at an all time high
I heard you talkin shit but I'm a let it slide
And maybe your chick too, I shine like a gold tooth
Cause niggas is so poop
Fetch me a trash can, I'm suttin like Shaftman
Yeah, body body like P in 97 man
Ya'll niggas out here lookin like Terry
Ya'll niggas out here lookin like
Made peace with the past, hello future
Can't look back, no time for that
Waiting on a miracle, you can't do that
You gotta go and get it like a pick up order, ay
I woke up out in California, my Cali chick like good morning
Food cooked, weed rolled for me
I just laugh cause I think it's funny
Everybody love you when they think that you getting money
Ay I can't wait to ball, like a bad ass kid, tear up the mall
And she got some on, tell her pull down them drawers
Hit it on the first night, I never call
Married to the game, rocking chains instead of wedding ring
If he in the way stretch him out like a limousine
These niggas frontin they don't want the cake like Anna Mae
I am here to stay, I put that on everything
[Chorus:]
I put that on everything, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, I'm here to stay
I put that on everything, bitch
I put that on everything, I put that on everything
I put that on everything, bitch we here to stay
I put that on everything
[Verse 2 - Machine Gun Kelly:]
Me and the crew sippin brews, steady skipping school
Never trusted no one so we tuck a 22
Call a couple bitches, fuck em till they mouths drool
That's how a young muhfucka from the land do
I mean a young muhfucka from the land too trill, too real, too I'll
Excuse me if I do not do it for the camera
Bitch I grew up in the jungle, I'm fucking bananas
My gorillas with me and m dealer with me
With 50 pounds of the sticky icky
Straight from the... boys in the Windy City
Pity, pity these mothafuckas smokin bunk
I light a j and kill a verse, put that shit in the trunk
Back in shaker used to kill em on the table a ton
Bet a couple dollars you could lose the shit if you want
Fuck a rest, still chase change
Always make the mothafucka money
Mever let the money make me, bitch
Young gunner, salute when you see me
I live what I'm rapping for real, you just do it for TV, believe me
My hands bulimic, throwin up L's
Those fans deleted wack rappers and listen to Kells
Used to walk up to the dairy market, get me a shell
Cop a gram from the 5 for my homies in bail
Still 357 under the front of my belt
Now my album is selling off the fucking front of the shelves
This a evolution, a real mothafucka made it, what a revolution
Still muhfuckas hate it, but they couldn't do it
Let me educate the students
You couldn't measure my ground with 80 million rulers
I do this
Shhhh, you could try me if you want and be foolish
But I'm the champion, that means that everyone else loses
You put that money on me, guaranteed you'll recoup it
Bitch I am legend, name a rapper that I haven't influenced
[Chorus]
Blue Skies lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Verse 1:]
Look, never had a cent now I got a bent
I ain't talkin Bentley's, I'm talkin a bitch
I got her bent over she bustin them splits
Looking up at the star, I'm telling her make a wish
Hoes come around me tryna leave rich
But I give em no shit so they leave pissed
Fuck em, Here is to the night, like Eve 6
My partner ain't gotta put the dough into the deep dish
Mic check, can you hear me?
I'm loud as a symphony
Smoke in my lungs, I'm a chimney
Get it in your head like epiphanies
Realize I am Prince Akeem, I roll with the semi
So many repent me, part of em resent me
They think I'm Lucifer, I think God blessed me
I was in hell while you rappers on Jet ski's
How in the fuck can yo raps represent me?
I was on ten, now I'm on fifty
I just spent a hundred, tell em roll it up quickly
I just got a hundred missed calls from the city
Keep it 100, everybody fuck with me
Keep it 100, Kells, Keep it 100
Fuck ya'll, you don't know nothing
I keep it 3 thou like Andre
I done been an Outkast since I came up out mom's stomach
I been smoking weed since I was a fetus
Lil bad mothafucka, needed Baby Jesus
Tryna be a millionaire, where the fuck Regis?
Leaders of the new school and we all teachers
First lesson blue skies, blue dream, red eyes and catch red eyes
Fuck the real world, Kells
[Chorus:]
Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real
Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real
Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real
Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real
[Verse 2:]
24/7 I'm putting in work, came from the gutter no stain on my shirt
You know the land is where champions birthed
So I hold the title till I land in the dirt
Motorcycles, auto-rifles, and purp
Overnight they think I tripled my worth
Gotta stay ready, these haters will lurk
But this ain't what you want, now I'm feeling like dirt
This ain't what you want
Sing that shit to em like Gerald Levert
Couldn't sleep on me with Ambien first
Let the kid nap like an Amber alert
Wake up and you know I had to get turnt
Bottle of Jameson matching my shirt
Back on the road, gotta pack up the merch
And I smoke so much tree that I damage the earth
Yeah, EST watch it
Don't make me get on my young shit
Don't get me talking that gun shit
Don't make me turn this whole thing to a function
Don't make assumptions
I'm from the C, I ain't talkin bout Compton
I'm from the 6, I ain't talkin Toronto
Bitch I'm from Cleveland, you know the motto
I'm the city's Lucky Luciano, the gunner
[Chorus]
Look, never had a cent now I got a bent
I ain't talkin Bentley's, I'm talkin a bitch
I got her bent over she bustin them splits
Looking up at the star, I'm telling her make a wish
Hoes come around me tryna leave rich
But I give em no shit so they leave pissed
Fuck em, Here is to the night, like Eve 6
My partner ain't gotta put the dough into the deep dish
Mic check, can you hear me?
I'm loud as a symphony
Smoke in my lungs, I'm a chimney
Get it in your head like epiphanies
Realize I am Prince Akeem, I roll with the semi
So many repent me, part of em resent me
They think I'm Lucifer, I think God blessed me
I was in hell while you rappers on Jet ski's
How in the fuck can yo raps represent me?
I was on ten, now I'm on fifty
I just spent a hundred, tell em roll it up quickly
I just got a hundred missed calls from the city
Keep it 100, everybody fuck with me
Keep it 100, Kells, Keep it 100
Fuck ya'll, you don't know nothing
I keep it 3 thou like Andre
I done been an Outkast since I came up out mom's stomach
I been smoking weed since I was a fetus
Lil bad mothafucka, needed Baby Jesus
Tryna be a millionaire, where the fuck Regis?
Leaders of the new school and we all teachers
First lesson blue skies, blue dream, red eyes and catch red eyes
Fuck the real world, Kells
[Chorus:]
Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real
Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real
Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, stay real
Throw it up when you see me, roll one up when you see me, for real
[Verse 2:]
24/7 I'm putting in work, came from the gutter no stain on my shirt
You know the land is where champions birthed
So I hold the title till I land in the dirt
Motorcycles, auto-rifles, and purp
Overnight they think I tripled my worth
Gotta stay ready, these haters will lurk
But this ain't what you want, now I'm feeling like dirt
This ain't what you want
Sing that shit to em like Gerald Levert
Couldn't sleep on me with Ambien first
Let the kid nap like an Amber alert
Wake up and you know I had to get turnt
Bottle of Jameson matching my shirt
Back on the road, gotta pack up the merch
And I smoke so much tree that I damage the earth
Yeah, EST watch it
Don't make me get on my young shit
Don't get me talking that gun shit
Don't make me turn this whole thing to a function
Don't make assumptions
I'm from the C, I ain't talkin bout Compton
I'm from the 6, I ain't talkin Toronto
Bitch I'm from Cleveland, you know the motto
I'm the city's Lucky Luciano, the gunner
[Chorus]
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