[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]
Thoed Ass lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Dub-O & Tezo)
[MGK:]
Yeah, bitch
I’ma thoed ass, blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, wit no class
Bitch I’m from the land, you don’t wanna go there
Bitch you talkin grams, I be smokin’ O’s, yeah
Hotbox whip, I don’t need the Ozium
I ain’t hiding my shit, I’m a fuckin grown man
If the cops come, then oh well, uh huh
I’m still smoking my Blu Cantrell
Yeah, I might fuck around and blow a zip
Have both my lungs like oh shit
I’ma show them how a Cleveland muhfucka do
Bitch, went straight to the league from the public school
Shit, ya’ll know it’s no struggle, no progress
Hmmm, so I told the bitch work, go topless
Church, I’m a muhfuckin asshole
Tattooed to the sandals, fuck a bitch while I stand though
Burn a little wax, no candle
I’m buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro
They know I never try to hide like Camo
We in the mothafuckin field like Rambo
And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo
And drive that mothafucka straight to a bando
24/7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz, Lil Turk
Ay, I’m 25 gotta get turnt, I’m a young rockstar like Lil’ Kurt
Ay, 20 after 4 get burnt, everyday’s Friday no big one
30 more days till the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, bitch
[Dub-O:]
I been around like a merry-go
I swear a year ago, I told myself to piss on every hater like a urinal
I ain’t tryna hear no, not gon fear no
We ain’t really have to tell cause niggas still tellin on
Name ring ring like a telephone, DUB-O!
I don’t know ya, EST, I’m a soldier
All we do is smoke doja, still make ‘em say uhhh
Master my P’s so cut the head off a cobra
I’m in tip-top shape, yup
If I want it, I could get ya taste girl
Play the cut, how the cut should be played yup
Everything about me going way up
I sit back and watch you talk a lot while you talk a lot
Got to keep it pimpin, so I take the pimpin back to the parking lot
I’m a G wit it, OD wit it, nigga if we talkin money then you know we get it
Your face lookin hella mad, yeah you hella mad doing hella bad, I’m seeing that
And me, I’m eating hella crabs, yeah hella crabs, getting hella fat, by the pocket yeah
Bitch don’t get it twisted, I been poppin on the low
I’m underground wit it, nigga you ain’t got a clue
I been had the juice like … on the roof
And you can dick a bitch up if you ever want the truth
Young nigga got
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka
[Tezo:]
I am from the land till I D-I-E
If you getting right you need a Hum-vee
And a big bag of that OG
Price so low you would swear I wit the police
If she come wit me, she ain’t comin back
Tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a [?]
Run up on me if you want I’ll tell you to, I’ll run it back
I wonder can he handle that, naw he can’t handle that
I got 10 freaky bitches tryna lick a nigga nuts
100 crooked cops tryna get a nigga luck
God bless the track niggas
I can see the future and it come wit hella racks wit it
Like I’m up at Saks wit it
Young Kyrie with the shot
Young Don Juan, what you thought?
Take her up top, then I let her drop
I’ma B-A Double L until they put me in a box, Ball
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka
Yeah, bitch
I’ma thoed ass, blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, wit no class
Bitch I’m from the land, you don’t wanna go there
Bitch you talkin grams, I be smokin’ O’s, yeah
Hotbox whip, I don’t need the Ozium
I ain’t hiding my shit, I’m a fuckin grown man
If the cops come, then oh well, uh huh
I’m still smoking my Blu Cantrell
Yeah, I might fuck around and blow a zip
Have both my lungs like oh shit
I’ma show them how a Cleveland muhfucka do
Bitch, went straight to the league from the public school
Shit, ya’ll know it’s no struggle, no progress
Hmmm, so I told the bitch work, go topless
Church, I’m a muhfuckin asshole
Tattooed to the sandals, fuck a bitch while I stand though
Burn a little wax, no candle
I’m buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro
They know I never try to hide like Camo
We in the mothafuckin field like Rambo
And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo
And drive that mothafucka straight to a bando
24/7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz, Lil Turk
Ay, I’m 25 gotta get turnt, I’m a young rockstar like Lil’ Kurt
Ay, 20 after 4 get burnt, everyday’s Friday no big one
30 more days till the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, bitch
[Dub-O:]
I been around like a merry-go
I swear a year ago, I told myself to piss on every hater like a urinal
I ain’t tryna hear no, not gon fear no
We ain’t really have to tell cause niggas still tellin on
Name ring ring like a telephone, DUB-O!
I don’t know ya, EST, I’m a soldier
All we do is smoke doja, still make ‘em say uhhh
Master my P’s so cut the head off a cobra
I’m in tip-top shape, yup
If I want it, I could get ya taste girl
Play the cut, how the cut should be played yup
Everything about me going way up
I sit back and watch you talk a lot while you talk a lot
Got to keep it pimpin, so I take the pimpin back to the parking lot
I’m a G wit it, OD wit it, nigga if we talkin money then you know we get it
Your face lookin hella mad, yeah you hella mad doing hella bad, I’m seeing that
And me, I’m eating hella crabs, yeah hella crabs, getting hella fat, by the pocket yeah
Bitch don’t get it twisted, I been poppin on the low
I’m underground wit it, nigga you ain’t got a clue
I been had the juice like … on the roof
And you can dick a bitch up if you ever want the truth
Young nigga got
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka
[Tezo:]
I am from the land till I D-I-E
If you getting right you need a Hum-vee
And a big bag of that OG
Price so low you would swear I wit the police
If she come wit me, she ain’t comin back
Tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a [?]
Run up on me if you want I’ll tell you to, I’ll run it back
I wonder can he handle that, naw he can’t handle that
I got 10 freaky bitches tryna lick a nigga nuts
100 crooked cops tryna get a nigga luck
God bless the track niggas
I can see the future and it come wit hella racks wit it
Like I’m up at Saks wit it
Young Kyrie with the shot
Young Don Juan, what you thought?
Take her up top, then I let her drop
I’ma B-A Double L until they put me in a box, Ball
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka
Conversations lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
I ain't slept in months y'all
(Eyes so red[?]) I can't see what's real
R-r-roll me up a blunt dog
Sorry but this is the way that I live
And if the world so big why can't I fit in?
Feels just like folks back in the sit in
Because I ain't goin' no where unless I eat and
I won't play the game cause everybody cheat but
I will pay the toll cause life ain't cheap
Keep Pac on the beat all eyes on me
See I on the streets not I
In-the-stry eye for an eye when it comes to the beef
Got a problem with me don't come to the C
216 to the 213 that's what I call 21 jump street
Never jump ship though that shit weak same crew
Same boat muhfuka' don't sink I'm sayin'
Long nights, contemplating
Stopping Satan from taking my life
Bright lights, dark places
Strange faces, this is my life
Let me tell you something you already know
The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows
It's a very mean and nasty place and i don't care how
Tough you are it will beat you to your knees and will
Keep you there permanently if you let it you, me or
Nobody will hit as hard as life but it ain't about how
Hard you hit it's about how hard you can get hit and
Keep moving forward how much you can take and keep
Moving forward that's how winners done (how winners done)
(how winners done) (how winners done)
Long nights, contemplating
Stopping Satan from taking my life
Bright lights, dark places
Strange faces, this is my life
This is my life, this is my life
This is my life
Now if you know what you're worth now go out and get what
You're worth but you got to be willing to take the hits
And not pointin' fingers sayin' you ain't where you want to be
Because of him or her or anybody cowards do that and that ain't
You, you're better than that (that that that that that that that)
(Eyes so red[?]) I can't see what's real
R-r-roll me up a blunt dog
Sorry but this is the way that I live
And if the world so big why can't I fit in?
Feels just like folks back in the sit in
Because I ain't goin' no where unless I eat and
I won't play the game cause everybody cheat but
I will pay the toll cause life ain't cheap
Keep Pac on the beat all eyes on me
See I on the streets not I
In-the-stry eye for an eye when it comes to the beef
Got a problem with me don't come to the C
216 to the 213 that's what I call 21 jump street
Never jump ship though that shit weak same crew
Same boat muhfuka' don't sink I'm sayin'
Long nights, contemplating
Stopping Satan from taking my life
Bright lights, dark places
Strange faces, this is my life
Let me tell you something you already know
The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows
It's a very mean and nasty place and i don't care how
Tough you are it will beat you to your knees and will
Keep you there permanently if you let it you, me or
Nobody will hit as hard as life but it ain't about how
Hard you hit it's about how hard you can get hit and
Keep moving forward how much you can take and keep
Moving forward that's how winners done (how winners done)
(how winners done) (how winners done)
Long nights, contemplating
Stopping Satan from taking my life
Bright lights, dark places
Strange faces, this is my life
This is my life, this is my life
This is my life
Now if you know what you're worth now go out and get what
You're worth but you got to be willing to take the hits
And not pointin' fingers sayin' you ain't where you want to be
Because of him or her or anybody cowards do that and that ain't
You, you're better than that (that that that that that that that)
Rockstar (Interlude) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
You think you can dress up like me and be a rockstar? (No Sir)
No sir; you have no idea what it takes. You think it's all sex, drugs, and rock and roll, huh?
No one does a gig how I do a gig half cut - not even at your age.
Why don't you do your own thing? Get your own life? It's like being bloody Elvis
No sir; you have no idea what it takes. You think it's all sex, drugs, and rock and roll, huh?
No one does a gig how I do a gig half cut - not even at your age.
Why don't you do your own thing? Get your own life? It's like being bloody Elvis
Rolling Stone lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Earl St. Clair)
[Earl St. Clair:]
Let me tell you how the story goes
See I was born to rock and roll
My momma kept me close to home
While my daddy was a rolling stone
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Who remembers trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
Who remembers sneaking into liquor stores tryna get bent
Who remembers stealing every album out of pops old car?
And listening to those growning up tryna be a rock star
Back in the days b-back in the days backpack full of Andres
That's three stacks and the chronic no weight
More like three dollars and a 2pac safe
Principal calling my dad, Colson isn't showin up to class
Colson got into a fight your son isn't gonna pass
Well your damn right my books were in the trash
I was at Sharks playing guitar with the band, jam
Pretend like we were playing for some fans
Go to chance like we were paying for some bands, ran
Security caught us we got banned now dad's at home
Drunk waiting with heavy hands bam
So I ran away with whatever CD it was that I was gonna play
Music always had my back when its just me in the dark
Fell asleep on the slide in the park wake up
[Earl St. Clair:]
Let me tell you how the story goes
See I was born to rock and roll
My momma kept me close to home
While my daddy was a rolling stone
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Today I took four shots
Leaned out my window and pissed on four cops
Noise complaints everyday knock knock
But I'm busy with four porn stars on my cock
Busy damagin hotels and gift shops
Quick to shoplift take a wrist watch
Put me on a stage at a show and I mosh
I done shaved so much blow that I rock
[?] seem like every morning my lawyer is on the phone
Talkin bout another fight or another case from another night
Where the dude backstage at a place upstate but I'm done with it
My life have fun with it call my little brother up tell him get the drums hittin'
Tell the rest of the band to plug up and yell to the rest of these bands to shut up
Mic check 1, 2 if you don't like me than check your IQ
Cause I ain't dumb my mind is just numb from all the substance inside that I've done
I had to try some meanwhile I'm young though in the strip club with all of my ones
But you don't want to live my life I'm just telling you about the highlights, Kells
[Earl St. Clair:]
Let me tell you how the story goes
See I was born to rock and roll
My momma kept me close to home
While my daddy was a rolling stone
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
Hold on let me catch my breath
Ok over here to the left
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (I like this)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (right side what's up?)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (woooooo yeah)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (y'all ready)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (come on)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah, louda, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeahhhhhhh)
Okay
Everyday, Mary Jane
everyday, every night
if I said it then I meant it
shit I'm on this every night
Let me tell you how the story goes
See I was born to rock and roll
My momma kept me close to home
While my daddy was a rolling stone
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Who remembers trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
Who remembers sneaking into liquor stores tryna get bent
Who remembers stealing every album out of pops old car?
And listening to those growning up tryna be a rock star
Back in the days b-back in the days backpack full of Andres
That's three stacks and the chronic no weight
More like three dollars and a 2pac safe
Principal calling my dad, Colson isn't showin up to class
Colson got into a fight your son isn't gonna pass
Well your damn right my books were in the trash
I was at Sharks playing guitar with the band, jam
Pretend like we were playing for some fans
Go to chance like we were paying for some bands, ran
Security caught us we got banned now dad's at home
Drunk waiting with heavy hands bam
So I ran away with whatever CD it was that I was gonna play
Music always had my back when its just me in the dark
Fell asleep on the slide in the park wake up
[Earl St. Clair:]
Let me tell you how the story goes
See I was born to rock and roll
My momma kept me close to home
While my daddy was a rolling stone
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Today I took four shots
Leaned out my window and pissed on four cops
Noise complaints everyday knock knock
But I'm busy with four porn stars on my cock
Busy damagin hotels and gift shops
Quick to shoplift take a wrist watch
Put me on a stage at a show and I mosh
I done shaved so much blow that I rock
[?] seem like every morning my lawyer is on the phone
Talkin bout another fight or another case from another night
Where the dude backstage at a place upstate but I'm done with it
My life have fun with it call my little brother up tell him get the drums hittin'
Tell the rest of the band to plug up and yell to the rest of these bands to shut up
Mic check 1, 2 if you don't like me than check your IQ
Cause I ain't dumb my mind is just numb from all the substance inside that I've done
I had to try some meanwhile I'm young though in the strip club with all of my ones
But you don't want to live my life I'm just telling you about the highlights, Kells
[Earl St. Clair:]
Let me tell you how the story goes
See I was born to rock and roll
My momma kept me close to home
While my daddy was a rolling stone
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll)
And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh
Hold on let me catch my breath
Ok over here to the left
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (I like this)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (right side what's up?)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (woooooo yeah)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (y'all ready)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (come on)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah, louda, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeahhhhhhh)
Okay
Everyday, Mary Jane
everyday, every night
if I said it then I meant it
shit I'm on this every night
The Register lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Yeah, okay
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, damn
But you forgot the first rule of the game
They don’t remember riches, they just remember the name (Kells)
Uh so 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 craaaaaazy
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
They don’t remember
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
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
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
Kells, listen up!
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, damn
But you forgot the first rule of the game
They don’t remember riches, they just remember the name (Kells)
Uh so 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 craaaaaazy
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
They don’t remember
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
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
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
Kells, listen up!
Biggie lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (performed by Ray Jr.)
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big Remy
Versace shades on me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big remy
Red bone with me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Countin' big benji's, doing big in big cities
[?] bleed you be smoking big 50's
Big body Benz, big rims, big paint
A 4 in the fanta boy that's a big drank
Hard gold rollie on me, that's a big wrist
Paying for the pussy dog that's a dick trick
Her bird in the hundred benz, that's a Biglet
Plug told on the hood, that's a big snitch
Free my nigga Chase but that's the big homie
Never left the crib without something big on it
City full of woods boy and I'm the big ticket
.40 with the extendo, we call that the big biscuit
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big Remy
Versace shades on me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big remy
Red bone with me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Miami for the weekend nigga that's the big beach
ATL Goergia we call that the big peach
Shake that ass for me, do it like a big freak
Hundred bottles in the club feeling like I'm Big Meech
Riding foes, escalate with the big screen
Niggas hating but them niggas sweet like they 16
[?] we call that the big [?]
Them broke niggas love coming off of big digits
Big Gucci, big Louis, big Fen
Never pillow talkin' chicks but that's some bitch shit
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big Remy
Versace shades on me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big remy
Red bone with me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Ay they sayin' Ray you don't flame nigga
I reply shit ain't shit changed nigga
Rolex diamond shinin', seats reclinin'
These niggas rather kick with [?] as I climb it
Louis luggage, first class flights to switch the climate
She representin' on the bent, I had to blind it
7-50 LI shit, I let her test drive
They say foreign cars increase a dicks sex drive
All my bitches blow that check for them cheap hoes
I like my bitches in 2's, I call em free throws
Off in Dolo, ride solo, [?]
Now we rock our own logo's
The dial dialing, no nigga hotter, hey pop a bottle
One year local, ya tote a 40 when ya blow a choppa
If getting money a lawn, then I'm a grasshopper
Versace shades, red bone like I'm Big Poppa
Ay
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big Remy
Red bone on me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big remy
Versace shades on me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big Remy
Versace shades on me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big remy
Red bone with me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Countin' big benji's, doing big in big cities
[?] bleed you be smoking big 50's
Big body Benz, big rims, big paint
A 4 in the fanta boy that's a big drank
Hard gold rollie on me, that's a big wrist
Paying for the pussy dog that's a dick trick
Her bird in the hundred benz, that's a Biglet
Plug told on the hood, that's a big snitch
Free my nigga Chase but that's the big homie
Never left the crib without something big on it
City full of woods boy and I'm the big ticket
.40 with the extendo, we call that the big biscuit
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big Remy
Versace shades on me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big remy
Red bone with me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Miami for the weekend nigga that's the big beach
ATL Goergia we call that the big peach
Shake that ass for me, do it like a big freak
Hundred bottles in the club feeling like I'm Big Meech
Riding foes, escalate with the big screen
Niggas hating but them niggas sweet like they 16
[?] we call that the big [?]
Them broke niggas love coming off of big digits
Big Gucci, big Louis, big Fen
Never pillow talkin' chicks but that's some bitch shit
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big Remy
Versace shades on me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big remy
Red bone with me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Ay they sayin' Ray you don't flame nigga
I reply shit ain't shit changed nigga
Rolex diamond shinin', seats reclinin'
These niggas rather kick with [?] as I climb it
Louis luggage, first class flights to switch the climate
She representin' on the bent, I had to blind it
7-50 LI shit, I let her test drive
They say foreign cars increase a dicks sex drive
All my bitches blow that check for them cheap hoes
I like my bitches in 2's, I call em free throws
Off in Dolo, ride solo, [?]
Now we rock our own logo's
The dial dialing, no nigga hotter, hey pop a bottle
One year local, ya tote a 40 when ya blow a choppa
If getting money a lawn, then I'm a grasshopper
Versace shades, red bone like I'm Big Poppa
Ay
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big Remy
Red bone on me like Biggie
Baby, baby
Smoking big 50's, doing big in big cities
Hit the strip club, big as some big titties
Poppin' big bottles, big 'tron, big remy
Versace shades on me like Biggie
Baby, baby
mixtape: "Black Flag" (2013)
- Raise The Flag lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Breaking News lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Peso lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Meek Mill & Pusha T)
- Black Tuxedo lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Tezo)
- Mind Of A Stoner lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
- D&G lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Sean McGee)
- Skate Cans lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- 50 Interlude lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. French Montana)
- Baddest lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Miss Me lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Dub O)
- Street Dreams lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Swing Life Away lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Kellin Quinn)
- Home Soon lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Dark Side Of The Moon lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Raise The Flag lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Hook:]
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
[Verse 1:]
Kells,
All these pretty lights,
Can't you see em?
Endless nights,
In my life's museum,
Where we see our heroes,
And pretend to be em,
And we seize the day,
Carpe Diem,
Previous to this dream state I had leftovers on each plate,
Left shoe all tattered up from this long journey my feet ache,
Left the life that I lived because everyday was just replays,
And I dreamed big, walked around in my PJ's,
And my street days are still here,
Never changed like I still wear,
The same pair,
Phone call? What for?
We ain't long distance, I'm still there,
Still on the blocks where gun cocks and gunshots are more familiar of a sound then what's "hot",
12 dollar showers at truck stops would give anybody motivation that you must not lose this one shot...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Demon days,
Evil nights,
Happy hours,
Frequent flights,
God flow,
People's strife,
Hear it once,
Speak it twice,
Hearts never break even,
And they change color like seasons,
Backs turn like treason,
But somehow you swear you ain't leaving,
Follow me now, follow me now,
Spoon fulls of sugar and handfuls of medicine help it go down,
Help it go down,
I was just a fool in a room full of Edison's, look at me now,
Look at me now,
Feel my words,
Look at this sound,
Reminiscin on when I was lookin out on the city
Wishin a million muthafuckas gave me that crown, bitch I run this town.
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Kells,
All of the people out there with me right now,
Raise your muthafuckin flags,
See this is the beginning,
This is ours,
This is black flag.
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
[Verse 1:]
Kells,
All these pretty lights,
Can't you see em?
Endless nights,
In my life's museum,
Where we see our heroes,
And pretend to be em,
And we seize the day,
Carpe Diem,
Previous to this dream state I had leftovers on each plate,
Left shoe all tattered up from this long journey my feet ache,
Left the life that I lived because everyday was just replays,
And I dreamed big, walked around in my PJ's,
And my street days are still here,
Never changed like I still wear,
The same pair,
Phone call? What for?
We ain't long distance, I'm still there,
Still on the blocks where gun cocks and gunshots are more familiar of a sound then what's "hot",
12 dollar showers at truck stops would give anybody motivation that you must not lose this one shot...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Demon days,
Evil nights,
Happy hours,
Frequent flights,
God flow,
People's strife,
Hear it once,
Speak it twice,
Hearts never break even,
And they change color like seasons,
Backs turn like treason,
But somehow you swear you ain't leaving,
Follow me now, follow me now,
Spoon fulls of sugar and handfuls of medicine help it go down,
Help it go down,
I was just a fool in a room full of Edison's, look at me now,
Look at me now,
Feel my words,
Look at this sound,
Reminiscin on when I was lookin out on the city
Wishin a million muthafuckas gave me that crown, bitch I run this town.
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Kells,
All of the people out there with me right now,
Raise your muthafuckin flags,
See this is the beginning,
This is ours,
This is black flag.
Breaking News lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Intro: talking - Interview Sound Clip of Diddy]
No mercy has begun
Ladies and gentlemen
Machine Gun Kelly
This kid, I think he is a star
He's one of the best live performers I've ever seen
He's also more importantly a movement
[Verse 1:]
Backpack? Fuck that
I was always hanging where the thugs at
I was always hanging with the rugrats
Someone come and show me where the drugs at
Someone come and pop on a hot song, meaning my shit, get an iPhone take a video and make it last long get some popcorn because I murder every single instrumental that I get on
And a muthafucka isn't gonna stop the shit
Until I make an album like a 2pacalypse
Until I'm killing everybody like in Auschwitz
Until I'm revolutionary like a Gandhi is
Until I'm poppin' all these bottles to accomplishments
Until I'm always hot no matter what the climate is
Until whenever somebody is feeling talkative my name is brought up, doesn't matter what the topic is
Didn't think I rap? Bitch I flow like "boom boom bap"
Bitch I come from where you never moved at
Look into my room get a view, look at my past
God damn
Got weed, got jack, oxy's? Had that
Got Jimi, got Slash, got shrooms, got hash
Bipolar syndrome, kicked in, got mad
Walked on the red carpet like kiss my ass you bitch
[More Sound Clips of Various People talking about MGK:]
He was truly the only developed on-point performer on the bill
If you know anything about lyricists, then you know who MGK is
I need a freestyle, I need to hear Machine Gun Kelly spit
[Verse 2:]
Fuck that, y'all don't gotta hear shit
Ask anybody in the 216 if my name rings bells in them bricks
"Man everybody know who that is"
What you hate, boy? You late, boy
You ain't heard about that great boy?
3 letter name cacausian boy
Used to live right there up the way, boy
You heard about him, you've said the name
You saw the iTunes and clicked to play
You liked the shit and you bought the shit
Put him on the playlist right next to Jay
Then your girl saw me, I signed her tits
And she disappeared you couldn't find the bitch
Then your heart stopped you know what time it is
I put my dick in her common sense
Fuck boy you lonely
Fuck boy you phony
You would think these fuck boys fucking boys with the way that they be all on me
If it ain't EST in your mouth... then whatever you rep is corny
Got a new single without me on it? That shit's boring, bitch I'm snoring
Man I'm touring every damn day
I showed y'all how to turn up
100 j's in my ashtray bitch I showed y'all how to burn up
I sacrificed what y'all wouldn't give to these kids and now you love fans?
None of these rappers got a movement tell 'em quit jocking my ass
God damn...
And y'all can have the bloggers I don't type shit
God gave me both these hands to fight with
Wassup!?
Now say goodnight quick because my right fist's like Vicodin
Might just throw you on the ground like dices
Might just go into the pocket with your license, get a wallet and a couple dollars, buy nice shit
Dyke bitches all over my dick, that's priceless
I just fuck 'em if they're wet like Pisces
Wives is jealous of the bitch I'm with cause they almost F'd like D-... get it?
Digest every little word I'm spittin' cause it's food for thought so pay attention
Better listen, I'm on a mission to killing off all of my competition and if you are with that then good riddance muthafucka!
[Outro: Talking - More Various Interview Sound Clips]
Now Machine Gun Kelly seems like somebody you would diss,
Lyrically I wouldn't think you'd like Machine Gun Kelly
What are you trying to say, he's wack or something?
He is wack
He's not wack
He's better than 80% of the rappers out there
It must be nice being MGK right now
The rapper recently released what he says to be the true meaning of his Lace Up movement
If there was ever a musical speaker that I could put out there for my personality, Machine Gun Kelly was it
No mercy has begun
Ladies and gentlemen
Machine Gun Kelly
This kid, I think he is a star
He's one of the best live performers I've ever seen
He's also more importantly a movement
[Verse 1:]
Backpack? Fuck that
I was always hanging where the thugs at
I was always hanging with the rugrats
Someone come and show me where the drugs at
Someone come and pop on a hot song, meaning my shit, get an iPhone take a video and make it last long get some popcorn because I murder every single instrumental that I get on
And a muthafucka isn't gonna stop the shit
Until I make an album like a 2pacalypse
Until I'm killing everybody like in Auschwitz
Until I'm revolutionary like a Gandhi is
Until I'm poppin' all these bottles to accomplishments
Until I'm always hot no matter what the climate is
Until whenever somebody is feeling talkative my name is brought up, doesn't matter what the topic is
Didn't think I rap? Bitch I flow like "boom boom bap"
Bitch I come from where you never moved at
Look into my room get a view, look at my past
God damn
Got weed, got jack, oxy's? Had that
Got Jimi, got Slash, got shrooms, got hash
Bipolar syndrome, kicked in, got mad
Walked on the red carpet like kiss my ass you bitch
[More Sound Clips of Various People talking about MGK:]
He was truly the only developed on-point performer on the bill
If you know anything about lyricists, then you know who MGK is
I need a freestyle, I need to hear Machine Gun Kelly spit
[Verse 2:]
Fuck that, y'all don't gotta hear shit
Ask anybody in the 216 if my name rings bells in them bricks
"Man everybody know who that is"
What you hate, boy? You late, boy
You ain't heard about that great boy?
3 letter name cacausian boy
Used to live right there up the way, boy
You heard about him, you've said the name
You saw the iTunes and clicked to play
You liked the shit and you bought the shit
Put him on the playlist right next to Jay
Then your girl saw me, I signed her tits
And she disappeared you couldn't find the bitch
Then your heart stopped you know what time it is
I put my dick in her common sense
Fuck boy you lonely
Fuck boy you phony
You would think these fuck boys fucking boys with the way that they be all on me
If it ain't EST in your mouth... then whatever you rep is corny
Got a new single without me on it? That shit's boring, bitch I'm snoring
Man I'm touring every damn day
I showed y'all how to turn up
100 j's in my ashtray bitch I showed y'all how to burn up
I sacrificed what y'all wouldn't give to these kids and now you love fans?
None of these rappers got a movement tell 'em quit jocking my ass
God damn...
And y'all can have the bloggers I don't type shit
God gave me both these hands to fight with
Wassup!?
Now say goodnight quick because my right fist's like Vicodin
Might just throw you on the ground like dices
Might just go into the pocket with your license, get a wallet and a couple dollars, buy nice shit
Dyke bitches all over my dick, that's priceless
I just fuck 'em if they're wet like Pisces
Wives is jealous of the bitch I'm with cause they almost F'd like D-... get it?
Digest every little word I'm spittin' cause it's food for thought so pay attention
Better listen, I'm on a mission to killing off all of my competition and if you are with that then good riddance muthafucka!
[Outro: Talking - More Various Interview Sound Clips]
Now Machine Gun Kelly seems like somebody you would diss,
Lyrically I wouldn't think you'd like Machine Gun Kelly
What are you trying to say, he's wack or something?
He is wack
He's not wack
He's better than 80% of the rappers out there
It must be nice being MGK right now
The rapper recently released what he says to be the true meaning of his Lace Up movement
If there was ever a musical speaker that I could put out there for my personality, Machine Gun Kelly was it
Peso lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Meek Mill & Pusha T)
[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly]
I be going hard for that
Peso, peso, peso, peso, peso, peso
I be going hard for that
Peso, peso, peso, peso, peso, peso
Shit, I be goin' hard... (I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need)
That's right... (I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need)
Get money... (I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need)
That's right... (I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need)
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Kells
I be going hard for them pesos
Came from the bottom made a milli
Squad move when I say so
Gotta bring them dollars to the city
Muthafuckas thought I wasn't living
Daddy thought I never could've did it
Now my hood see that Wahoo fitted on the TV screen next to Diddy
Praise God for my brothers
I'll rob for my brothers
Cause when times was hard I flipped that pack like somersaults for my brothers
And I never ride with them suckers
Dick hard for my bitch
And without me half of these rappers wouldn't exist, shit I be going hard for that...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
My taste level on Ace level
Spade nigga for a paid nigga
We darkskinned, south of France
All acting like Jay nigga
Jetski and I'm jetlagged
Still smelling like jet fuel
That PJ split three ways, 60 making that jet move
My pesos from Play Cloths, Pyrex from Pedro
Tags pop from Pucci to Paul Smith to Penrose
Been down, that's ten toes
Score nigga, that's endzone
Ask me I sell dope, N-O from this Benzo
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm getting paid when I wake up cause I hustle hard before I go to sleep
And now I got my cake up, I'm balling hard like I'm suppose to be
Got bad bitches tryna roll with me
White bitches like "totally"
V.S. stones all over me
And I'm killing niggas no first degree
Cause I'm going hard for that peso
Selling blocks no lego
Got killers all on my payroll
And they shoot like O.J. Mayo
In the coupe, pull up like "hey ho"
With the top down on that bitch
And when they cat scan my body it was dollar signs on that bitch, whoa!
[Hook]
I be going hard for that
Peso, peso, peso, peso, peso, peso
I be going hard for that
Peso, peso, peso, peso, peso, peso
Shit, I be goin' hard... (I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need)
That's right... (I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need)
Get money... (I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need)
That's right... (I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need)
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Kells
I be going hard for them pesos
Came from the bottom made a milli
Squad move when I say so
Gotta bring them dollars to the city
Muthafuckas thought I wasn't living
Daddy thought I never could've did it
Now my hood see that Wahoo fitted on the TV screen next to Diddy
Praise God for my brothers
I'll rob for my brothers
Cause when times was hard I flipped that pack like somersaults for my brothers
And I never ride with them suckers
Dick hard for my bitch
And without me half of these rappers wouldn't exist, shit I be going hard for that...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
My taste level on Ace level
Spade nigga for a paid nigga
We darkskinned, south of France
All acting like Jay nigga
Jetski and I'm jetlagged
Still smelling like jet fuel
That PJ split three ways, 60 making that jet move
My pesos from Play Cloths, Pyrex from Pedro
Tags pop from Pucci to Paul Smith to Penrose
Been down, that's ten toes
Score nigga, that's endzone
Ask me I sell dope, N-O from this Benzo
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm getting paid when I wake up cause I hustle hard before I go to sleep
And now I got my cake up, I'm balling hard like I'm suppose to be
Got bad bitches tryna roll with me
White bitches like "totally"
V.S. stones all over me
And I'm killing niggas no first degree
Cause I'm going hard for that peso
Selling blocks no lego
Got killers all on my payroll
And they shoot like O.J. Mayo
In the coupe, pull up like "hey ho"
With the top down on that bitch
And when they cat scan my body it was dollar signs on that bitch, whoa!
[Hook]
Black Tuxedo lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Tezo)
[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Uh, grilled cheese with no ham,
Lookin at my life like God damn,
I came from nothing no lie,
Bitch, now I want a piece of that pie that's why it's,
[Hook:]
All black tuxedos,
All black tuxedos,
No hand me down's no more it's just all black tuxedo's,
All black tuxedos,
All black tuxedos,
I came from nothing no lie,
Now it's all black tuxedos,
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Handshakes don't make friends boy,
Laziness don't make rent boy,
Shaker grad with no plans boy,
Single dad with no ends boy,
Now I only fuck 10's boy,
Life's a movie no lens boy,
Took it from the cement boy,
And I still kept it Cleveland boy,
[Verse 2: Tezo]
I come straight from the bottom just to get high at the top,
I got all of the juice somebody grab me a mop,
Real recognize real, look me dead in the eyes,
Calamari and steak, no more burgers and fries,
Cliquot keep me pissy, all my ex-hoes miss me,
Black Benz, that big body I call that bitch Missy,
Big bank take little bank, fuck what ya think,
You don't grind you don't shine,
You don't grind you don't shine, Tezo,
[Hook]
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
All black tuxedos,
All my bitches wear speedos,
[Tezo:]
Mobbed up like Sonny,
Wackin all of you weasels,
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
And I'm riding dirty, 4 wheels,
Smoking something illegal,
In the rear view is them people,
But it's fuck the law we don't see em,
[Tezo:]
I like my weed real loud, champagne cold,
I've been killin this shit since 17 years old,
Used to turn on the lights I saw nothing but roaches,
Now I turn on the lights I see Bentley's and Porsches, God damn,
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Uh, grilled cheese with no ham,
Lookin at my life like God damn,
Uh, I came from nothing no lie,
Bitch, now I want a piece of that pie that's why it's,
All black tuxedo's...
Uh, grilled cheese with no ham,
Lookin at my life like God damn,
I came from nothing no lie,
Bitch, now I want a piece of that pie that's why it's,
[Hook:]
All black tuxedos,
All black tuxedos,
No hand me down's no more it's just all black tuxedo's,
All black tuxedos,
All black tuxedos,
I came from nothing no lie,
Now it's all black tuxedos,
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Handshakes don't make friends boy,
Laziness don't make rent boy,
Shaker grad with no plans boy,
Single dad with no ends boy,
Now I only fuck 10's boy,
Life's a movie no lens boy,
Took it from the cement boy,
And I still kept it Cleveland boy,
[Verse 2: Tezo]
I come straight from the bottom just to get high at the top,
I got all of the juice somebody grab me a mop,
Real recognize real, look me dead in the eyes,
Calamari and steak, no more burgers and fries,
Cliquot keep me pissy, all my ex-hoes miss me,
Black Benz, that big body I call that bitch Missy,
Big bank take little bank, fuck what ya think,
You don't grind you don't shine,
You don't grind you don't shine, Tezo,
[Hook]
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
All black tuxedos,
All my bitches wear speedos,
[Tezo:]
Mobbed up like Sonny,
Wackin all of you weasels,
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
And I'm riding dirty, 4 wheels,
Smoking something illegal,
In the rear view is them people,
But it's fuck the law we don't see em,
[Tezo:]
I like my weed real loud, champagne cold,
I've been killin this shit since 17 years old,
Used to turn on the lights I saw nothing but roaches,
Now I turn on the lights I see Bentley's and Porsches, God damn,
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Uh, grilled cheese with no ham,
Lookin at my life like God damn,
Uh, I came from nothing no lie,
Bitch, now I want a piece of that pie that's why it's,
All black tuxedo's...
Mind Of A Stoner lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ok, I lost my job last night
Picked up my paycheck
But 35% of it's gone already cause Uncle Sam ain't get paid yet
Mom and them bitchin bout this rent
I ain't even gon' say shit
And half of what is left goes to her
(Why?) Cause I ain't use that latex, damn
Cheese sandwich and chips (meal)
Slim just spilled his drink in my Toyota 96 (wheels)
Well at least that blunt is lit
Don't they say life is what you make it?
Then I'm tryna make it money
And ride through my hood clean as Easter Sunday, that's wassup, uh
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
One time
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
One time
For the bullshit that you came from
Worked hard to get away from
But the devils there and you just can't seem to shake em
Two times
For them long nights that you stayed up
Thinkin about that paper
Crush it, lick it, split it, light it, blaze up
From the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner
Simple thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner
Just the mind of a stoner, the mind of a stoner
Simpler thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner, oh
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Parents aren't doin much now since little brother got locked up
And I'm stuck smokin this mid waiting for the weed man to get stocked up
And my girl cancelled on me, said something else popped up
And I can't get with my ex now cause her ring finger all rocked up, damn,
No one likes you when your 23 without a plan
Sit around in apartments all day smokin weed and I'm like
"Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe"
Till I (skkrrrrrrttt) out in my Subaru and in the rear view is them lights
I'm talking about red white and blue
The same color as our flag
The one's that they say salute
But the ones that's whoopin my ass
And the same days that I'm happy
Is the same days that I'm mad
Cause I can't go 24 hours without shit happening to my ass, get high
[Hook]
[Outro: talking - Machine Gun Kelly]
Rollin up this weed
Thinkin about life
And you know what?
I'm good, yeah!
Ok, I lost my job last night
Picked up my paycheck
But 35% of it's gone already cause Uncle Sam ain't get paid yet
Mom and them bitchin bout this rent
I ain't even gon' say shit
And half of what is left goes to her
(Why?) Cause I ain't use that latex, damn
Cheese sandwich and chips (meal)
Slim just spilled his drink in my Toyota 96 (wheels)
Well at least that blunt is lit
Don't they say life is what you make it?
Then I'm tryna make it money
And ride through my hood clean as Easter Sunday, that's wassup, uh
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
One time
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
All my dreamer's put your hands in the sky
One time
For the bullshit that you came from
Worked hard to get away from
But the devils there and you just can't seem to shake em
Two times
For them long nights that you stayed up
Thinkin about that paper
Crush it, lick it, split it, light it, blaze up
From the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner
Simple thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner
Just the mind of a stoner, the mind of a stoner
Simpler thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner, oh
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Parents aren't doin much now since little brother got locked up
And I'm stuck smokin this mid waiting for the weed man to get stocked up
And my girl cancelled on me, said something else popped up
And I can't get with my ex now cause her ring finger all rocked up, damn,
No one likes you when your 23 without a plan
Sit around in apartments all day smokin weed and I'm like
"Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe"
Till I (skkrrrrrrttt) out in my Subaru and in the rear view is them lights
I'm talking about red white and blue
The same color as our flag
The one's that they say salute
But the ones that's whoopin my ass
And the same days that I'm happy
Is the same days that I'm mad
Cause I can't go 24 hours without shit happening to my ass, get high
[Hook]
[Outro: talking - Machine Gun Kelly]
Rollin up this weed
Thinkin about life
And you know what?
I'm good, yeah!
D&G lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Sean McGee)
[Hook: Sean McGee]
Tryna figure out my dreams,
Cause I don't really feel like dreaming anymore,
Tryna figure out my dreams,
Cause I don't really feel like dreaming anymore,
I can't even lie I want the diamonds and gold,
Diamonds and gold, [x16]
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Uh, stories of a Prima donna,
But when your broke that dream is common,
Where I'm from we don't see designer,
Where I'm from we just see dishonor,
Where I'm from I don't see my momma,
That bitch left me like Halley's Comet,
Can't look in my daddy's face,
The street's came in and took his place,
Sometimes I don't wanna wake up
Can't see past my bitches make-up,
I heard that boy done sold his soul,
For the price of them diamonds and gold
[Hook: Sean McGee]
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
It's hard to dream when you ain't sleepin right,
My fuckin nostrils look like poltergeists,
I miss going to rock at open mic's hoping that I got noticed by labels and blow up over night,
Never happened but passion led me like Holy Christ,
Good intentions just Breaking Bad like I'm Walter White,
I owe my life to my own advice,
"Follow your muthafuckin dreams until those visions come to life"
Till those diamonds glisten in the light,
Remember they wouldn't listen to us right?
But I never had to sell my soul,
To earn my right to these diamonds and gold.
[Hook: Sean McGee]
Tryna figure out my dreams,
Cause I don't really feel like dreaming anymore,
Tryna figure out my dreams,
Cause I don't really feel like dreaming anymore,
I can't even lie I want the diamonds and gold,
Diamonds and gold, [x16]
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Uh, stories of a Prima donna,
But when your broke that dream is common,
Where I'm from we don't see designer,
Where I'm from we just see dishonor,
Where I'm from I don't see my momma,
That bitch left me like Halley's Comet,
Can't look in my daddy's face,
The street's came in and took his place,
Sometimes I don't wanna wake up
Can't see past my bitches make-up,
I heard that boy done sold his soul,
For the price of them diamonds and gold
[Hook: Sean McGee]
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
It's hard to dream when you ain't sleepin right,
My fuckin nostrils look like poltergeists,
I miss going to rock at open mic's hoping that I got noticed by labels and blow up over night,
Never happened but passion led me like Holy Christ,
Good intentions just Breaking Bad like I'm Walter White,
I owe my life to my own advice,
"Follow your muthafuckin dreams until those visions come to life"
Till those diamonds glisten in the light,
Remember they wouldn't listen to us right?
But I never had to sell my soul,
To earn my right to these diamonds and gold.
[Hook: Sean McGee]
Skate Cans lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Original Chuck's on, Laced Up like I'm takin em on a run.
They beggin me not to kill it, I tell em I'm havin fun.
They askin me how I do it, I tell em get on the real.
Meanin get on the grind, I'm ready now what's the deal?
My size 11's skate on the surface like hover craft.
A super hero, you think that I was a Thunder Cat.
I run with villains, my village callin me Son of Sam.
Because when I come around they st-s-s-stu tterin.
My body tatted, they say I look like graffiti.
That's why I be on the road when these regulars try to read me.
The way that people be starin, you'd think that I was a TV.
And when it comes to the haters, I cannot see em like Stevie.
But I be seein repeats of dead rappers like sixth sense.
My competition ain't worth nothin, like six cents.
MISFIT, I swear I'm sick shit.
You'd think I was Ryan Sheckler by the way I make the kicks flip.
Too cool, handshakes and dap's.
Servin all of these fools like pancakes in stacks.
Whoever thought that I wouldn't be damaging the tracks.
Was pullin they own legs, like hamstrings and calves.
I am the only great white.
Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tatts.
Chuck's are always the Classics, look like I'm in the past.
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up.
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up.
Transformers tatted on my arm like the toys, YUP!
I am the only great white.
Any time's my time, every day's grind time.
No chain needed, I am just a star.
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up.
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up.
Best rapper alive who? Kells.
I'm so beyond my time, the Michelangelo or the second millennium.
I roll it up and get higher than condominiums.
My raps' braille the way the people be feelin em.
Midwest all the way to the other side of the Meridian.
Bet that, EST is in the spot now.
We be the crew all of these fools try to jock now.
Them type of dudes that'll make your mouth drop down.
Faces'll get twisted like they guzzlin Ciroc down.
We just, city slickers in search of them bigger figures.
This is more than a game, my business isn't to scrimmage.
And I be with the sickest cause I'm tryna be the illest.
With them Die Hard fans like Bruce Willis.
POW! POW! I'm in the cut like alcohol in the wound.
But I'm, trippin like I popped Adderal on the moon.
Focused, on killin tracks like I'm rappin em from the tomb.
R.I.P to this instrumental, lighters up for the tunes.
Every mornin I wake up and put my fitted on.
Which means that every day I wake and put my city on.
Cleveland, we ready just turn the MIDI on.
Kid Kells, feelin like a million, gone!
I am the only great white.
Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tatts.
Chuck's are always the Classics, look like I'm in the past.
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up.
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up.
Transformers tatted on my arm like the toys, YUP!
I am the only great white.
Any time's my time, every day's grind time.
No chain needed, I am just a star.
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up.
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up.
Best rapper alive who? Kells.
They beggin me not to kill it, I tell em I'm havin fun.
They askin me how I do it, I tell em get on the real.
Meanin get on the grind, I'm ready now what's the deal?
My size 11's skate on the surface like hover craft.
A super hero, you think that I was a Thunder Cat.
I run with villains, my village callin me Son of Sam.
Because when I come around they st-s-s-stu tterin.
My body tatted, they say I look like graffiti.
That's why I be on the road when these regulars try to read me.
The way that people be starin, you'd think that I was a TV.
And when it comes to the haters, I cannot see em like Stevie.
But I be seein repeats of dead rappers like sixth sense.
My competition ain't worth nothin, like six cents.
MISFIT, I swear I'm sick shit.
You'd think I was Ryan Sheckler by the way I make the kicks flip.
Too cool, handshakes and dap's.
Servin all of these fools like pancakes in stacks.
Whoever thought that I wouldn't be damaging the tracks.
Was pullin they own legs, like hamstrings and calves.
I am the only great white.
Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tatts.
Chuck's are always the Classics, look like I'm in the past.
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up.
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up.
Transformers tatted on my arm like the toys, YUP!
I am the only great white.
Any time's my time, every day's grind time.
No chain needed, I am just a star.
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up.
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up.
Best rapper alive who? Kells.
I'm so beyond my time, the Michelangelo or the second millennium.
I roll it up and get higher than condominiums.
My raps' braille the way the people be feelin em.
Midwest all the way to the other side of the Meridian.
Bet that, EST is in the spot now.
We be the crew all of these fools try to jock now.
Them type of dudes that'll make your mouth drop down.
Faces'll get twisted like they guzzlin Ciroc down.
We just, city slickers in search of them bigger figures.
This is more than a game, my business isn't to scrimmage.
And I be with the sickest cause I'm tryna be the illest.
With them Die Hard fans like Bruce Willis.
POW! POW! I'm in the cut like alcohol in the wound.
But I'm, trippin like I popped Adderal on the moon.
Focused, on killin tracks like I'm rappin em from the tomb.
R.I.P to this instrumental, lighters up for the tunes.
Every mornin I wake up and put my fitted on.
Which means that every day I wake and put my city on.
Cleveland, we ready just turn the MIDI on.
Kid Kells, feelin like a million, gone!
I am the only great white.
Body look like a canvas, skin is covered with tatts.
Chuck's are always the Classics, look like I'm in the past.
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up.
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up.
Transformers tatted on my arm like the toys, YUP!
I am the only great white.
Any time's my time, every day's grind time.
No chain needed, I am just a star.
Turn the noise up, 100 Words and Runnin, turn the noise up.
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up.
Best rapper alive who? Kells.
50 Interlude lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. French Montana)
[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ech, pimpin
I got fifty hoes on my dick ain't that some shit
I got fifty hoes on my dick ain't that yo' bitch?
I got fifty hoes on my dick, every one of them vouchin'
I got fifty hoes
You got fifty hoes?
Hold on I'm counting, damn
Fifty hoes, fifty hoes, fifty hoes on my dick [x3]
Fifty hoes, fifty hoes, every one of them vouchin', damn
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
I got fifty hoes on my dick bitch
Fifty o's in my zip bitch
Burn the roof off this muhhfucka like I got fifty stoves in my whip bitch
We all smoking and driving
Might as well say that I'm flying
Might as well call me the pilot
Bitches in my cockpit I don't check mileage
I just fuck my ho like I'm 'sposed to
And when she bring her friends I fuck both
I brought the bitch to thanksgiving
Why?
Cus she fucks with me when I'm broke
Ain't nothing funny about the way I get money
And them Cleveland boys ain't no joke
I'm the truth and the truth is hard to swallow
So you better tell these bitches don't choke, echo
I got one bitch, I got two bitch, I got three bitch, I got four
I tell the fifth bitch to tell sixth bitch to get the seventh bitch to bring mo'.
Ain't no hand cuffin cousin
That bitch ain't on parole
And pimpin ain't easy pimp but pimpin's all that I know, God damn
[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly]
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Ay ay ay ay ay Montana
I got fifty hoes on my dick
I got bout fifty hoes on that strip
I got bout fifty load in that grip
I'll put bout fifty holes in your fit
My roof way back
Montana stay strapped
Fuckin niggas hate that
Bad bitches play back
My pinky 80 stacks
Cash I'm coppin
Diamonds shining rocky ASAP
I told them I be pimpin on them bitches
You can call me pimping ken
I fuck em once and tell em go and bring a friend
She ain't seen a real nigga ball in a minute
She ain't seen that money stacked tall to the ceiling
White Maybach no roof in the ceiling
When I take em to the crib all the bad bitches with it
[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ech, pimpin
I got fifty hoes on my dick ain't that some shit
I got fifty hoes on my dick ain't that yo' bitch?
I got fifty hoes on my dick, every one of them vouchin'
I got fifty hoes
You got fifty hoes?
Hold on I'm counting, damn
Fifty hoes, fifty hoes, fifty hoes on my dick [x3]
Fifty hoes, fifty hoes, every one of them vouchin', damn
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
I got fifty hoes on my dick bitch
Fifty o's in my zip bitch
Burn the roof off this muhhfucka like I got fifty stoves in my whip bitch
We all smoking and driving
Might as well say that I'm flying
Might as well call me the pilot
Bitches in my cockpit I don't check mileage
I just fuck my ho like I'm 'sposed to
And when she bring her friends I fuck both
I brought the bitch to thanksgiving
Why?
Cus she fucks with me when I'm broke
Ain't nothing funny about the way I get money
And them Cleveland boys ain't no joke
I'm the truth and the truth is hard to swallow
So you better tell these bitches don't choke, echo
I got one bitch, I got two bitch, I got three bitch, I got four
I tell the fifth bitch to tell sixth bitch to get the seventh bitch to bring mo'.
Ain't no hand cuffin cousin
That bitch ain't on parole
And pimpin ain't easy pimp but pimpin's all that I know, God damn
[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly]
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Ay ay ay ay ay Montana
I got fifty hoes on my dick
I got bout fifty hoes on that strip
I got bout fifty load in that grip
I'll put bout fifty holes in your fit
My roof way back
Montana stay strapped
Fuckin niggas hate that
Bad bitches play back
My pinky 80 stacks
Cash I'm coppin
Diamonds shining rocky ASAP
I told them I be pimpin on them bitches
You can call me pimping ken
I fuck em once and tell em go and bring a friend
She ain't seen a real nigga ball in a minute
She ain't seen that money stacked tall to the ceiling
White Maybach no roof in the ceiling
When I take em to the crib all the bad bitches with it
[Hook: Machine Gun Kelly]
Baddest lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Verse 1:]
Promethazine at 13 muthafucka,
Everything slow motion, I'm not an earthling muthafucka,
And you are not a girl your a goddess,
Us against world, girl I got us,
Benihanas for them lame shits,
She in the kitchen whippin cheese eggs with the same hand that she rolled the Js with,
6 inch heels,
5 course meals
4 years she's been my 32, my center like Shaquille,
One time for my bad bitches,
Whose mouths are sacreligious, cause magic is a sin, and my dick always vanishes.
Pictures on the cam of me shakin her ass,
Cause we drunk and wanna make this moment last,
And the way yo back arch, when u lay on that cushion,
The way yo toe's curl blowin smoke rings on the pussy,
Make that muthafucka cream, from squeezin on her cookie,
She want me to make her scream, I ain't a killer but don't push me
Police wanna lock me down, haters wanna shut me up,
Bitches fuckin with me now, u was with me coming up,
So I'm a hold u down cause u the only one that I can trust,
2 fingers represent and throw it up, Lace up bitch,
[Hook:]
And when it all falls down, and there is nothin left,
I'll still be around, Kells tatted on her breast,
I look up to the stars, made a wish to have everything in a girl,
Look down and there she is the baddest bitch in the world,
Baddest bitch in the world [x3],
She crazy but I love my babygirl, baddest bitch in the world,
[Verse 2:]
Popped her cherry at 14 muthafucka,
Dropped out and now she pop it-pop it-pop it like the twerk team muthafucka,
Embarrassed of the fact that she a stripper,
But maybe that's the reason that I'm with her,
Gave me excuses to fuck with these other hoes, while she dancin on a dick,
Knowin that she can't say shit,
Fighting every single night, but we fuckin every day,
But She know how to hold her own, and she do everything I say,
Bad bitch, (what she do?)
Left class just to pick me up and smash,
We ain't even go inside I just fucked her on the dash,
Bad boy, so she love it when I smack her on the ass,
Friends jealous cause they wantin what she have,
Scars underneath my tatts, she be worried I just laugh,
Sit back and roll a zig zag up with some hash and let it ash,
Cause if the world crash then at least we already fell into love,
And the J already burnin so wassup, muthafucka
It is us against the world so wassup, muthafucka
Back against the wall so wassup
[Hook]
Promethazine at 13 muthafucka,
Everything slow motion, I'm not an earthling muthafucka,
And you are not a girl your a goddess,
Us against world, girl I got us,
Benihanas for them lame shits,
She in the kitchen whippin cheese eggs with the same hand that she rolled the Js with,
6 inch heels,
5 course meals
4 years she's been my 32, my center like Shaquille,
One time for my bad bitches,
Whose mouths are sacreligious, cause magic is a sin, and my dick always vanishes.
Pictures on the cam of me shakin her ass,
Cause we drunk and wanna make this moment last,
And the way yo back arch, when u lay on that cushion,
The way yo toe's curl blowin smoke rings on the pussy,
Make that muthafucka cream, from squeezin on her cookie,
She want me to make her scream, I ain't a killer but don't push me
Police wanna lock me down, haters wanna shut me up,
Bitches fuckin with me now, u was with me coming up,
So I'm a hold u down cause u the only one that I can trust,
2 fingers represent and throw it up, Lace up bitch,
[Hook:]
And when it all falls down, and there is nothin left,
I'll still be around, Kells tatted on her breast,
I look up to the stars, made a wish to have everything in a girl,
Look down and there she is the baddest bitch in the world,
Baddest bitch in the world [x3],
She crazy but I love my babygirl, baddest bitch in the world,
[Verse 2:]
Popped her cherry at 14 muthafucka,
Dropped out and now she pop it-pop it-pop it like the twerk team muthafucka,
Embarrassed of the fact that she a stripper,
But maybe that's the reason that I'm with her,
Gave me excuses to fuck with these other hoes, while she dancin on a dick,
Knowin that she can't say shit,
Fighting every single night, but we fuckin every day,
But She know how to hold her own, and she do everything I say,
Bad bitch, (what she do?)
Left class just to pick me up and smash,
We ain't even go inside I just fucked her on the dash,
Bad boy, so she love it when I smack her on the ass,
Friends jealous cause they wantin what she have,
Scars underneath my tatts, she be worried I just laugh,
Sit back and roll a zig zag up with some hash and let it ash,
Cause if the world crash then at least we already fell into love,
And the J already burnin so wassup, muthafucka
It is us against the world so wassup, muthafucka
Back against the wall so wassup
[Hook]
Miss Me lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Dub O)
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Cleveland on my back L's up when you see me
Came from the underground now they on tv swear to God haaan
Ain't shit changed
Fool, you can miss me with that rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me with that frat shit
Only university I graduated was Hard Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where they trap shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that cactus
With saran wrap for the wrapping
What u mean?
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Garcia Vegas
I swear it's contagious the way that we passed it
Patches on my denim vest about as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks cus well we know what that is
Jet lag from these long flights still sitting coach like it's practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see what first class is
Cash is the root of all evil
But maybe that's why I do bad shit
Fact is, I do what I need
Cause the country we live in is fascist,
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist,
Could've seen what I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses
Ya'll in family houses like Bob Saget
Both parents
I was on family couches like "you don't want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me downs as a grown man, embarrassed
And these dreams seem far-fetched
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven dollar average
This ain't living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they remember Mike
When I'm gone
Uh, Kells
Maybe they'll remember me when I'm gone
[Hook 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
When my times up on this earth
And they bury me in the dirt
Don't say that I ain't milk this life for everything that it's worth (everything that it's worth)
And when I die remember me like Kurt, BANG!
[Verse 2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub quit with that humble shit
You can only be cool for so long
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble with
Write it down, take a pic
Do whatever you gotta do to remember me
I'm in your memory for infinity
And the same goes for your bitch
Remember me from Kennedy
Or East High on the east side where niggas die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you ain't know?
I got go, I rock shows, I be calling plays like Flaco,
But I'm so Cleveland it's a damn shame
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne it's Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe what you see
I'm in the back but no frontin
7 days out the week I be working I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the smell of defeat
Remember who told you
I'm gone
Remember me when I'm gone
[Hook 2: Dub-O]
When the time is up on my watch
And they bury me in that box
Don't say I ain't give this game everything that I got (everything that I got)
And when I die remember me like Pac, BANG!
Cleveland on my back L's up when you see me
Came from the underground now they on tv swear to God haaan
Ain't shit changed
Fool, you can miss me with that rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me with that frat shit
Only university I graduated was Hard Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where they trap shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that cactus
With saran wrap for the wrapping
What u mean?
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Garcia Vegas
I swear it's contagious the way that we passed it
Patches on my denim vest about as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks cus well we know what that is
Jet lag from these long flights still sitting coach like it's practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see what first class is
Cash is the root of all evil
But maybe that's why I do bad shit
Fact is, I do what I need
Cause the country we live in is fascist,
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist,
Could've seen what I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses
Ya'll in family houses like Bob Saget
Both parents
I was on family couches like "you don't want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me downs as a grown man, embarrassed
And these dreams seem far-fetched
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven dollar average
This ain't living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they remember Mike
When I'm gone
Uh, Kells
Maybe they'll remember me when I'm gone
[Hook 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
When my times up on this earth
And they bury me in the dirt
Don't say that I ain't milk this life for everything that it's worth (everything that it's worth)
And when I die remember me like Kurt, BANG!
[Verse 2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub quit with that humble shit
You can only be cool for so long
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble with
Write it down, take a pic
Do whatever you gotta do to remember me
I'm in your memory for infinity
And the same goes for your bitch
Remember me from Kennedy
Or East High on the east side where niggas die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you ain't know?
I got go, I rock shows, I be calling plays like Flaco,
But I'm so Cleveland it's a damn shame
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne it's Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe what you see
I'm in the back but no frontin
7 days out the week I be working I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the smell of defeat
Remember who told you
I'm gone
Remember me when I'm gone
[Hook 2: Dub-O]
When the time is up on my watch
And they bury me in that box
Don't say I ain't give this game everything that I got (everything that I got)
And when I die remember me like Pac, BANG!
Street Dreams lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Intro:]
On a east side night
Under that street light
On the corner of don't think twice
I find my mind where it shouldn't be
[Verse 1:]
Crack Rock in that pad lock
With a stash spot in my ragtop
Street dreams down the block from my dads spot
Bad cops on my payroll
At a buck a pop like Faygo
Add 50 Cent for like 3 keys,
Open up the doors for that Yayo,
White nights cause I make snow
Bright lights then I lay low,
Fight nights I'm like Mike Tyson
K/o for that peso
That's the life that we chose
Talking bout
Money cars and these clothes
Fuckin with
Twenty broads that's exposed
And we in the
Strip clubs till they close
These are the chronicles of a hood muthafucka doin what he gotta do to get paid
Chronic smoke In every follicle of my shades
Writing my obituary diggin my grave,
Cause all they say is jail or death,
And I figure there ain't nothin left,
That I ain't did and since I'm knee deep in my shit, don't hold my breath,
[Snap]
Oh shit,
Guess it's back to that broke shit,
Roach clip in my ashtray
2Pac on my posters
Dreams of living like Sosa,
But I'm wakin up on this sofa,
Said I'm wakin up on this sofa,
I ain't waiting round here no longer,
Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty
Most of us that's livin now ain't livin thirty,
Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty
Cock that.38 put on my mask and it gets blurry
I don't think you heard me,
[Hook:]
What I need a shirt for?
When you beast shit and you go hard till that tours gone and you back onto that street shit,
What I need this shirt for?
When these tattoos that I bleed with say everything about my story come read this,
What I need a shirt for? Huh? [x3]
When I go hard
So hard, to get everything that I worked for
[Verse 2:]
At the top is no friends dawg,
At the bottom ain't shit dawg,
Middle man'n ain't it dawg,
Plotting drinkin this Hen dog
And I said lord my savior,
Have I not protected my neighbor,
Have I not neglected these haters,
Have I not kept you in my prayers,
So when my life keeps going downhill am I wrong for looking upstairs?
Am I wrong for feeling you hate me, am I wrong for thinking you'd care?
Am I wrong for keepin this weed lit and these smoke clouds In this air?
But I can't sleep without my mind gone cause of shit I witnessed last year,
That boy that left out was just family,
I ain't see the shit comin,
We was supposed to be at these Grammy's
We was supposed to be stuntin,
Shit, we was supposed to somethin,
Fuck that we was supposed to be brothers,
Helped you out when you were struggling, I don't owe you nothing muthafucka.
[Hook]
On a east side night
Under that street light
On the corner of don't think twice
I find my mind where it shouldn't be
[Verse 1:]
Crack Rock in that pad lock
With a stash spot in my ragtop
Street dreams down the block from my dads spot
Bad cops on my payroll
At a buck a pop like Faygo
Add 50 Cent for like 3 keys,
Open up the doors for that Yayo,
White nights cause I make snow
Bright lights then I lay low,
Fight nights I'm like Mike Tyson
K/o for that peso
That's the life that we chose
Talking bout
Money cars and these clothes
Fuckin with
Twenty broads that's exposed
And we in the
Strip clubs till they close
These are the chronicles of a hood muthafucka doin what he gotta do to get paid
Chronic smoke In every follicle of my shades
Writing my obituary diggin my grave,
Cause all they say is jail or death,
And I figure there ain't nothin left,
That I ain't did and since I'm knee deep in my shit, don't hold my breath,
[Snap]
Oh shit,
Guess it's back to that broke shit,
Roach clip in my ashtray
2Pac on my posters
Dreams of living like Sosa,
But I'm wakin up on this sofa,
Said I'm wakin up on this sofa,
I ain't waiting round here no longer,
Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty
Most of us that's livin now ain't livin thirty,
Get it how you live it bitch we livin dirty
Cock that.38 put on my mask and it gets blurry
I don't think you heard me,
[Hook:]
What I need a shirt for?
When you beast shit and you go hard till that tours gone and you back onto that street shit,
What I need this shirt for?
When these tattoos that I bleed with say everything about my story come read this,
What I need a shirt for? Huh? [x3]
When I go hard
So hard, to get everything that I worked for
[Verse 2:]
At the top is no friends dawg,
At the bottom ain't shit dawg,
Middle man'n ain't it dawg,
Plotting drinkin this Hen dog
And I said lord my savior,
Have I not protected my neighbor,
Have I not neglected these haters,
Have I not kept you in my prayers,
So when my life keeps going downhill am I wrong for looking upstairs?
Am I wrong for feeling you hate me, am I wrong for thinking you'd care?
Am I wrong for keepin this weed lit and these smoke clouds In this air?
But I can't sleep without my mind gone cause of shit I witnessed last year,
That boy that left out was just family,
I ain't see the shit comin,
We was supposed to be at these Grammy's
We was supposed to be stuntin,
Shit, we was supposed to somethin,
Fuck that we was supposed to be brothers,
Helped you out when you were struggling, I don't owe you nothing muthafucka.
[Hook]
Swing Life Away lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Kellin Quinn)
[Intro Guitar]
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Am I loud and clear?
Or do I gotta scream like I did every day when I was a troubled teen, huh?
Do you want to know my past and see every single scar and know what they mean, huh?
17 running up in Mickey D's begging for a double cheese, huh,
Singing "I don't want to grow up don't nobody like you when your 23"
I came from nothing but a fucking unsupportive father I don't ever see,
I had to watch a crooked jury put my brother in the penitentiary,
I never fit in.
Criticism, made me the man I couldn't be,
I'm reminiscing on when life was different spending every day at Chuckee Cheese, uh
[Hook: Kellin Quinn]
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage,
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance,
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
I've been here so long,
Maybe I should runaway,
Try to find a summer day,
What is love,
Love is pain,
Love is butterflies and stomach aches,
Love is looking out a windowpane, tears dripping looking like you're in the rain,
For someone you don't even know but for somebody you may never see again,
I am only alive once,
And I'm a die when God wants,
So fill the sky with diamonds,
Because that's how it's gonna look when I'm gone,
Had a vision as a kid that one day I would change the world with my song,
Several years have passed and now that vision came to life that boy's a fucking icon,
[Hook: Kellin Quinn]
[Bridge: Machine Gun Kelly]
Sometimes I don't want to fucking wake up,
When all they want to do is bring me down,
And all the things I've went through as I came up,
Are the fucking reasons why I run this town,
[Hook: Kellin Quinn and Machine Gun Kelly]
We live on front porches and swing life away,
(And to my fans, I told you)
We get by just fine here on minimum wage,
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance,
We live on front porches and swing life away,
(All my dreamers)
We get by just fine here on minimum wage,
(Stay real)
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
(And to my love)
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance,
(Stay here)
Swing life away,
(What we do)
Swing life away,
(And what we do)
Swing life away,
(Yeah)
Swing life away,
(And we just)
Swing life away,
(Let's swing life away)
Swing life away,
(Let's swing life away)
Swing life away,
(Let's swing life away)
Swing life away.
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Am I loud and clear?
Or do I gotta scream like I did every day when I was a troubled teen, huh?
Do you want to know my past and see every single scar and know what they mean, huh?
17 running up in Mickey D's begging for a double cheese, huh,
Singing "I don't want to grow up don't nobody like you when your 23"
I came from nothing but a fucking unsupportive father I don't ever see,
I had to watch a crooked jury put my brother in the penitentiary,
I never fit in.
Criticism, made me the man I couldn't be,
I'm reminiscing on when life was different spending every day at Chuckee Cheese, uh
[Hook: Kellin Quinn]
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage,
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance,
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
I've been here so long,
Maybe I should runaway,
Try to find a summer day,
What is love,
Love is pain,
Love is butterflies and stomach aches,
Love is looking out a windowpane, tears dripping looking like you're in the rain,
For someone you don't even know but for somebody you may never see again,
I am only alive once,
And I'm a die when God wants,
So fill the sky with diamonds,
Because that's how it's gonna look when I'm gone,
Had a vision as a kid that one day I would change the world with my song,
Several years have passed and now that vision came to life that boy's a fucking icon,
[Hook: Kellin Quinn]
[Bridge: Machine Gun Kelly]
Sometimes I don't want to fucking wake up,
When all they want to do is bring me down,
And all the things I've went through as I came up,
Are the fucking reasons why I run this town,
[Hook: Kellin Quinn and Machine Gun Kelly]
We live on front porches and swing life away,
(And to my fans, I told you)
We get by just fine here on minimum wage,
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance,
We live on front porches and swing life away,
(All my dreamers)
We get by just fine here on minimum wage,
(Stay real)
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
(And to my love)
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance,
(Stay here)
Swing life away,
(What we do)
Swing life away,
(And what we do)
Swing life away,
(Yeah)
Swing life away,
(And we just)
Swing life away,
(Let's swing life away)
Swing life away,
(Let's swing life away)
Swing life away,
(Let's swing life away)
Swing life away.
Home Soon lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Verse 1:]
They told me to write a soundtrack
For the kids who ain't have shit
No problem, flashback me 2006
Broke as piss, scraping bus fare up
Dolla fifty cents, get out of school and go to work
Matter fact fuck all this I quit
I got a dream that we gon change the world soon
And one day get the fuck outta this bedroom
Maybe write a song for the girl who cries when she thinks of her past
But just press play, I tell her smile and then she laughs, look at that, yeah
Music makes the world go round
And the ones in search of freedom generates into a crowd
All it takes is one believer with a voice to introduce us to what's real
And since my throat is clear I guess that's why I'm here
See my teachers told me go away to college
But what they don't tell you is ain't no guarantees if you're a scholar
Even with 18 degrees, you could be jobless with Uncle Sam in your pockets
So I said fuck my doctrines
Rapped and made more money than these doctors
Now one day ill be too fly driving three girls in my four door while these five J's make a fellowship of smoke rings bitch I'm Frodo lost it all this year but bounced back like a pogo, Kells,
[Hook:]
And we just watch the sun turn into the moon
Sit back and hope that these December nights turn into June
See it started as a dream, that dream came true
Send a message to my city tell them we'll be home soon, home soon
[x2]
[Verse 2:]
And I'm like what we waiting round for
Found something to celebrate now we on round four
Ground floor was the past now the sky is the limit penthouse edition
Exhibit a: a bunch of young muhfuckas livin
I used to hustle to get it
Used up all of my minutes
In hopes of one of my ex's telling me she owned a business and heard bout my situation here's a check for a million
But this is reality and charity don't go to sinners
But clarity comes in pinners of marijuana and splinters
An absentee in attendance at all my high school events
I just wasn't fond of attention when all I had was resentment
I started out as a freshman and graduated a henchman
I worked my way up to Jimmy
Worked my way up the totem
And those who hated on me was just adding weight to my scrotum
See life is a poker game I got the hand now I ain't folding
I'm King Midas touch my future with this hand now that shits golden, whoo
One day ill be too fly whippin three girls in my four door while these five J's make a fellowship of smoke rings bitch I'm Frodo lost it all this year but bounced back like a pogo, man I swear to God
[Hook]
They told me to write a soundtrack
For the kids who ain't have shit
No problem, flashback me 2006
Broke as piss, scraping bus fare up
Dolla fifty cents, get out of school and go to work
Matter fact fuck all this I quit
I got a dream that we gon change the world soon
And one day get the fuck outta this bedroom
Maybe write a song for the girl who cries when she thinks of her past
But just press play, I tell her smile and then she laughs, look at that, yeah
Music makes the world go round
And the ones in search of freedom generates into a crowd
All it takes is one believer with a voice to introduce us to what's real
And since my throat is clear I guess that's why I'm here
See my teachers told me go away to college
But what they don't tell you is ain't no guarantees if you're a scholar
Even with 18 degrees, you could be jobless with Uncle Sam in your pockets
So I said fuck my doctrines
Rapped and made more money than these doctors
Now one day ill be too fly driving three girls in my four door while these five J's make a fellowship of smoke rings bitch I'm Frodo lost it all this year but bounced back like a pogo, Kells,
[Hook:]
And we just watch the sun turn into the moon
Sit back and hope that these December nights turn into June
See it started as a dream, that dream came true
Send a message to my city tell them we'll be home soon, home soon
[x2]
[Verse 2:]
And I'm like what we waiting round for
Found something to celebrate now we on round four
Ground floor was the past now the sky is the limit penthouse edition
Exhibit a: a bunch of young muhfuckas livin
I used to hustle to get it
Used up all of my minutes
In hopes of one of my ex's telling me she owned a business and heard bout my situation here's a check for a million
But this is reality and charity don't go to sinners
But clarity comes in pinners of marijuana and splinters
An absentee in attendance at all my high school events
I just wasn't fond of attention when all I had was resentment
I started out as a freshman and graduated a henchman
I worked my way up to Jimmy
Worked my way up the totem
And those who hated on me was just adding weight to my scrotum
See life is a poker game I got the hand now I ain't folding
I'm King Midas touch my future with this hand now that shits golden, whoo
One day ill be too fly whippin three girls in my four door while these five J's make a fellowship of smoke rings bitch I'm Frodo lost it all this year but bounced back like a pogo, man I swear to God
[Hook]
Dark Side Of The Moon lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Hook:]
The dark side of the moon looks like an only child who can't fit into place
The dark side of the moon looks like a single mother bruises on her face
The dark side of the moon looks like somebody's sister yelling out "rape"
The dark side of the moon is eminent because you can't escape fate
Yeah, the dark side of the moon.
[Verse 1:]
Tommy was young
Tommy had everything you could want as an adolescent except for having fun
Tommy was young
Susceptible to all the repercussions of being a drunk fathers only son
Tommy was dumb
Get your ass in that room till I come back you piece of shit
But dad would never come...
Tommy was dumb
Students would laugh at him and attack him after their classes until Tommy would run
Tommy was numb
Too many years of feeling degraded now hatred is the only feeling that comes
Tommy was numb
Fuck this
Ran into his high school
[Click click]
Tommy's got a gun
[Hook]
[Guitar solo]
[Verse 2:]
Hailey's in love
But Hailey's in 7th grade entertaining and dating a 21 year old scrub
Hailey's in love
Bailing on class to give him some action in the back of his daddy's old truck
Now Hailey threw up
A couple weeks after their interaction, guess her man didn't use no glove
Hailey knew but
Couldn't bear it to watch the parents she loved and cherished see their little girl knocked up
Hailey's school bus
Got the word about what happened now even the faculty is whispering that she's a slut
Hailey's in love
But Hailey's more afraid of being hated now her and her baby brainless in the tub, damn
The dark side of the moon looks like an only child who can't fit into place
The dark side of the moon looks like a single mother bruises on her face
The dark side of the moon looks like somebody's sister yelling out "rape"
The dark side of the moon is eminent because you can't escape fate
Yeah, the dark side of the moon.
[Verse 1:]
Tommy was young
Tommy had everything you could want as an adolescent except for having fun
Tommy was young
Susceptible to all the repercussions of being a drunk fathers only son
Tommy was dumb
Get your ass in that room till I come back you piece of shit
But dad would never come...
Tommy was dumb
Students would laugh at him and attack him after their classes until Tommy would run
Tommy was numb
Too many years of feeling degraded now hatred is the only feeling that comes
Tommy was numb
Fuck this
Ran into his high school
[Click click]
Tommy's got a gun
[Hook]
[Guitar solo]
[Verse 2:]
Hailey's in love
But Hailey's in 7th grade entertaining and dating a 21 year old scrub
Hailey's in love
Bailing on class to give him some action in the back of his daddy's old truck
Now Hailey threw up
A couple weeks after their interaction, guess her man didn't use no glove
Hailey knew but
Couldn't bear it to watch the parents she loved and cherished see their little girl knocked up
Hailey's school bus
Got the word about what happened now even the faculty is whispering that she's a slut
Hailey's in love
But Hailey's more afraid of being hated now her and her baby brainless in the tub, damn
"Lace Up" (2012)
- Save Me lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. M. Shadows and Synyster Gates)
- What I Do lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Bun B and Dubo)
- Wild Boy lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Waka Flocka Flame)
- Lace Up lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Lil Jon)
- Stereo lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Fitts)
- All We Have lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Anna Yvette)
- See My Tears lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- D3MONS lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. DMX)
- Edge Of Destruction lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Tech N9ne & Twista)
- Runnin' lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Planet VI)
- Invincible lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Ester Dean)
- On My Way lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- End Of The Road lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Mat Musto)
- Half Naked & Almost Famous lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- La La La (The Floating Song) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Hold On (Shut Up) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Young Jeezy)
- Warning Shot lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Cassie)
Save Me lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. M. Shadows and Synyster Gates)
From the bottom of the ash I rose (I rose)
To the top I go
Where I'm from it's cold
But I don't need this coat, keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area code on my shoulder
216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single night it's gets colder
No heat so we all around that stove like
"Fuck this broke shit",
Petty ass hustling, couldn't even sell one zone
Slim still workin at the store and the only time we ever get to eat is when he brings something home
Everyday is dark here,
Praying for a rainbow to lead us to that pot of gold
And exchange those nights on a concrete floor for a bottle of Rose to pop that bitch off like we suppose to
Never gave a fuck if we went gold,
I just wanna be able to say that I made it
Cause' real EST motherfuckers don't fold, real EST motherfuckers don't break up
Real family grows old, Real EST motherfuckers representing for the city where they came even when they gone
And fuck this throne, ain't no kings, no pretty princess, ain't no queen
No fairy tale endings on the east side, just these broken bones and these screams
Broken bones underneath these jeans,
Broken bricks cover up my streets
Friends outside trying to get their fix, while my first born in here trying to get sleep
Motherfuck this rap shit, try burying your boy 6 feet let me show you about real,
Try telling me that you can't make it up out the city 26 dollars to multi-mill's
Face inside of the double XL, then try coming back to the east side still
Well bitch I did, and it's still the kid, labeled a Bad Boy before this deal
What up Slim, Dub, Xplo, Dre, Swirv, Ash, my boy BK
And everybody from the beginning that bled with me knowing I would be here one day
So as I roll through all the hoods that raised me,
Looking at the house of pain
I'm a runaway from the ones that pay me, hoping I'll stay the same.
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
To the top I go
Where I'm from it's cold
But I don't need this coat, keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area code on my shoulder
216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single night it's gets colder
No heat so we all around that stove like
"Fuck this broke shit",
Petty ass hustling, couldn't even sell one zone
Slim still workin at the store and the only time we ever get to eat is when he brings something home
Everyday is dark here,
Praying for a rainbow to lead us to that pot of gold
And exchange those nights on a concrete floor for a bottle of Rose to pop that bitch off like we suppose to
Never gave a fuck if we went gold,
I just wanna be able to say that I made it
Cause' real EST motherfuckers don't fold, real EST motherfuckers don't break up
Real family grows old, Real EST motherfuckers representing for the city where they came even when they gone
And fuck this throne, ain't no kings, no pretty princess, ain't no queen
No fairy tale endings on the east side, just these broken bones and these screams
Broken bones underneath these jeans,
Broken bricks cover up my streets
Friends outside trying to get their fix, while my first born in here trying to get sleep
Motherfuck this rap shit, try burying your boy 6 feet let me show you about real,
Try telling me that you can't make it up out the city 26 dollars to multi-mill's
Face inside of the double XL, then try coming back to the east side still
Well bitch I did, and it's still the kid, labeled a Bad Boy before this deal
What up Slim, Dub, Xplo, Dre, Swirv, Ash, my boy BK
And everybody from the beginning that bled with me knowing I would be here one day
So as I roll through all the hoods that raised me,
Looking at the house of pain
I'm a runaway from the ones that pay me, hoping I'll stay the same.
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
What I Do lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Bun B and Dubo)
[Hook:]
Uh, I see em' try but they can't do what I do, what I do, Y
Eah, And I'm gon' die before the day that I lose, that I lose!
Bitch I am the man mufucka, the man mufucka
Bring the horns in like I am the band mufucka
Talking 'bands' mufucka, bands mufucka
Cause' this kid is worth a couple hundred grand mufucka
And I stand mufucka, never ran mufucka
I ain't backing down I put that on my fam mufucka
Damn, I'm so hot you'll catch a tan mufucka, no cam, this is really who I am, wassup?
[Verse 1: Bun B]
They say everybody been waiting
To see the OG skating On 4's and Vogue's no Dayton
Their license plate just draping I'm the topic of conversation
When it comes to the one they hating
But I don't start of compensating I just brush it off, it ain't Nothing
I'm the Trill OG of that Dirty I put in work
So I'm worthy And I'm hotter, then A hat on A Giraffe Sitting in the slizzab
Sitting on 30's So don't act like you ain't heard me
Cause, I'll have to slap some sense in you And you know what I've done
You know what I'm doing Let me tell you what I'm fin to do Wassup
Finna put my city on the map Ok, Then I'm going to keep it there (That's Tight) post up in a tight spot
Alright, then bring my people there (That's Wassup)
Teach them how to grind, how to climb on that Fucking Ladder
How to keep that money on their mind and make their pockets fatter Cause
The only thing that matters Loyalty, Honor, and The G-Code
That's how you motivate and shift yourself into Bun-B mode MGK man
They already know that We Throwed
So we gon' hit'em with a full clip If it don't work, then we reload them up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: MGK]
Star status, Big Dip, Levi weed, big zips
Fuck the lies from them big lips, that's small time for my big dick
"Damn that boy done got big quick... " probably cause' I kept Faith like BIG's chick" probably be a good time for my name switch to Puff cause' I'm back on my BIG shit
This shit's too real for ya'll cause almost everybody rapping isn't real at all
Sometimes I forget I got a deal cause' I'm busy thinking about when I couldn't get a meal at all
So everybody going through it, I can feel for ya'll
And everybody in my team
I would kill for ya'll
Represented for my city from the beginning so I'm a be in it until the muthafuckin ceiling falls
I'm a Cleveland dog
Damn right
In the crib blowing loud like bag pipes
I am from a place where you never see the sun in the summer it's like you under a cave with stalagmites
"Oh is that right?" Better know your way around here before you come cause' you may never get back right
I am from a town where every one of the bats bite so you need a shit-load more then a flashlight, yeah!
What they gonna do to me? I live this shit! Doc said I had a loose screw fix the shit!
Everything you trying to do, I did the shit!
Here's ya'll grave, dig the shit, I'm done with the games, I ain't playing
I'm Machine Gun Kells, bitch I'm spraying, Body full of chemicals so roll up the medical muthafucka let me catch this plane, gone!
[Hook]
Uh, I see em' try but they can't do what I do, what I do, Y
Eah, And I'm gon' die before the day that I lose, that I lose!
Bitch I am the man mufucka, the man mufucka
Bring the horns in like I am the band mufucka
Talking 'bands' mufucka, bands mufucka
Cause' this kid is worth a couple hundred grand mufucka
And I stand mufucka, never ran mufucka
I ain't backing down I put that on my fam mufucka
Damn, I'm so hot you'll catch a tan mufucka, no cam, this is really who I am, wassup?
[Verse 1: Bun B]
They say everybody been waiting
To see the OG skating On 4's and Vogue's no Dayton
Their license plate just draping I'm the topic of conversation
When it comes to the one they hating
But I don't start of compensating I just brush it off, it ain't Nothing
I'm the Trill OG of that Dirty I put in work
So I'm worthy And I'm hotter, then A hat on A Giraffe Sitting in the slizzab
Sitting on 30's So don't act like you ain't heard me
Cause, I'll have to slap some sense in you And you know what I've done
You know what I'm doing Let me tell you what I'm fin to do Wassup
Finna put my city on the map Ok, Then I'm going to keep it there (That's Tight) post up in a tight spot
Alright, then bring my people there (That's Wassup)
Teach them how to grind, how to climb on that Fucking Ladder
How to keep that money on their mind and make their pockets fatter Cause
The only thing that matters Loyalty, Honor, and The G-Code
That's how you motivate and shift yourself into Bun-B mode MGK man
They already know that We Throwed
So we gon' hit'em with a full clip If it don't work, then we reload them up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: MGK]
Star status, Big Dip, Levi weed, big zips
Fuck the lies from them big lips, that's small time for my big dick
"Damn that boy done got big quick... " probably cause' I kept Faith like BIG's chick" probably be a good time for my name switch to Puff cause' I'm back on my BIG shit
This shit's too real for ya'll cause almost everybody rapping isn't real at all
Sometimes I forget I got a deal cause' I'm busy thinking about when I couldn't get a meal at all
So everybody going through it, I can feel for ya'll
And everybody in my team
I would kill for ya'll
Represented for my city from the beginning so I'm a be in it until the muthafuckin ceiling falls
I'm a Cleveland dog
Damn right
In the crib blowing loud like bag pipes
I am from a place where you never see the sun in the summer it's like you under a cave with stalagmites
"Oh is that right?" Better know your way around here before you come cause' you may never get back right
I am from a town where every one of the bats bite so you need a shit-load more then a flashlight, yeah!
What they gonna do to me? I live this shit! Doc said I had a loose screw fix the shit!
Everything you trying to do, I did the shit!
Here's ya'll grave, dig the shit, I'm done with the games, I ain't playing
I'm Machine Gun Kells, bitch I'm spraying, Body full of chemicals so roll up the medical muthafucka let me catch this plane, gone!
[Hook]
Lace Up lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Lil Jon)
[Intro: Lil Jon]
Hey, hey!
MGK Bitch! MGK Bitch!
Yuhhh
Lil Jon, Lil Jon
I need to see the motherfucking L's in the air!
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ok, where the strong at?
Right there, put me on that
Hit it once and you're jumping like Mortal Combat
Smoke another green be looking like where the long at
And you 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
Lace up [x4]
Ok, where the strong at?
Right there, put me on that
Hit it once and you're jumping like Mortal Combat
Smoke another green be looking like where the long at
And you 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
[Hook: Lil Jon]
Where my east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
Where my west-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
Where my north-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
My east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
West-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
North-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
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
Yeah
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
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil Jon]
Run through the motherfucking club, pushin'
Move bitches out the fucking way, mush 'em
Wave my drink in the motherfucking air, fuck it
Shady in my motherfucking hood, I rep it
Bitches getting out of fucking line, check 'em
{} my motherfucking nuts, shuck 'em
Drank too much fucking liquor, I'm fucked up
L's in the motherfucking air, we laced up
We laced up [x4]
[Hook]
Hey, hey!
MGK Bitch! MGK Bitch!
Yuhhh
Lil Jon, Lil Jon
I need to see the motherfucking L's in the air!
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ok, where the strong at?
Right there, put me on that
Hit it once and you're jumping like Mortal Combat
Smoke another green be looking like where the long at
And you 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
Lace up [x4]
Ok, where the strong at?
Right there, put me on that
Hit it once and you're jumping like Mortal Combat
Smoke another green be looking like where the long at
And you 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
[Hook: Lil Jon]
Where my east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
Where my west-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
Where my north-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
My east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
West-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
North-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up!
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
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
Yeah
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
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil Jon]
Run through the motherfucking club, pushin'
Move bitches out the fucking way, mush 'em
Wave my drink in the motherfucking air, fuck it
Shady in my motherfucking hood, I rep it
Bitches getting out of fucking line, check 'em
{} my motherfucking nuts, shuck 'em
Drank too much fucking liquor, I'm fucked up
L's in the motherfucking air, we laced up
We laced up [x4]
[Hook]
All We Have lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Anna Yvette)
[Hook:]
All we have is right now
All we have is right now
[Verse 1: MGK]
Uh, uh, yeah, Staring out into the unknown
Voices in the wind telling me to come home, but I'm scared
Scared that all this time I've been gone I'll open up the door and my little daughter will be grown
And I'm cold, tell me why I'm so cold?
Probably cause a shoulder turns every night that I'm on the road
Probably why I can't smile every time that I'm on the phone
And why I'm acting so wild every time that I'm alone
Save me! I suffocate myself inside the bed trying to cut the circulation
Of these thoughts inside my head like
"Do I hate me? or do I hate them? " Either way I've held grudges since I was holding a pen
My father had me thinking my cousin was dead just to hide me from the truth
How can I look at him again? But this is life, and in life we learning to live
And when the past dies this where it begins cause
[Hook:]
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
[Verse 2: MGK]
Question, What if tomorrow never comes and everything you said today couldn't be undone?
Cause' all it takes is a bullet from one gun to take another's moment away from their one love. I know
See I was just an only child growing up, Just frowns cause' I never seen a smile growing up
But you? You were a friend, always down growing up
Give the word, knew you would've blown trial growing up
Fuck! How could we let all this petty shit blind us?
How the fuck did we let the devil find us?
See, we were supposed to be best friends till' the end
You promised! How'd it take that fucking night to remind us?
I only said I hated you cause you're the only one that's ever honest
Man I said I was wrong, let's get beyond this! But it's crazy
Cause I never thought my text apologizing would be the reason that you died driving. Damn
[Hook:]
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
[Bridge: MGK]
Hey, and when the sky turns grey, what you gonna do when your blues still stay?
Tried living the dream, yeah, but you still awake
Anything is possible though, cause rules still break...
Hey, said when the sky turns grey, what you gonna do when your blues still stay?
Anything is possible cause rules still break so when your dream comes don't wake... yeah
[Hook:]
All we have is right now, All we have is right now
All we have is right now, All we have is right now
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now
All we have is right now
[Verse 1: MGK]
Uh, uh, yeah, Staring out into the unknown
Voices in the wind telling me to come home, but I'm scared
Scared that all this time I've been gone I'll open up the door and my little daughter will be grown
And I'm cold, tell me why I'm so cold?
Probably cause a shoulder turns every night that I'm on the road
Probably why I can't smile every time that I'm on the phone
And why I'm acting so wild every time that I'm alone
Save me! I suffocate myself inside the bed trying to cut the circulation
Of these thoughts inside my head like
"Do I hate me? or do I hate them? " Either way I've held grudges since I was holding a pen
My father had me thinking my cousin was dead just to hide me from the truth
How can I look at him again? But this is life, and in life we learning to live
And when the past dies this where it begins cause
[Hook:]
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
[Verse 2: MGK]
Question, What if tomorrow never comes and everything you said today couldn't be undone?
Cause' all it takes is a bullet from one gun to take another's moment away from their one love. I know
See I was just an only child growing up, Just frowns cause' I never seen a smile growing up
But you? You were a friend, always down growing up
Give the word, knew you would've blown trial growing up
Fuck! How could we let all this petty shit blind us?
How the fuck did we let the devil find us?
See, we were supposed to be best friends till' the end
You promised! How'd it take that fucking night to remind us?
I only said I hated you cause you're the only one that's ever honest
Man I said I was wrong, let's get beyond this! But it's crazy
Cause I never thought my text apologizing would be the reason that you died driving. Damn
[Hook:]
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
[Bridge: MGK]
Hey, and when the sky turns grey, what you gonna do when your blues still stay?
Tried living the dream, yeah, but you still awake
Anything is possible though, cause rules still break...
Hey, said when the sky turns grey, what you gonna do when your blues still stay?
Anything is possible cause rules still break so when your dream comes don't wake... yeah
[Hook:]
All we have is right now, All we have is right now
All we have is right now, All we have is right now
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
All we have is right now, Go hard or go home
D3MONS lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. DMX)
[Hook]
I swear that I can feel em’ fucking with me
I swear that I can feel em’ fucking with me
Every Night I feel em fucking with me
[Verse 1: MGK]
I wake up screaming in my sleep every fucking night
Open up my eyes to cold sweat, bloody clothes from my nose, erghh
Nothing nice, Father I’ve killed a man, but I had to do it
Only thing is ‘he’ is me, damn, how the fuck you couldn’t get me through this?!
My skin is bluish, voices in my head saying
“Don’t be stupid all you have is in that bag you better use it!”
Cut it, snuff it, puff it, shoot it, only one I trust now is myself these muthafucka’s Judas
Gun in my pillow cause’ all I feel is this paranoia
Holes in my wall from all them nights that I was feeling for him
The devils here but I’m still awake, then I broke the mirror
Why? Cause I seen his face, even my bitch corrupted
I fucked her pussy until it’s bloody took it out and then she sucked it told me that she loved it, Bitch
Everything is black I think I am deceased, I am a ghost without the bed sheets, X speak…
[Verse 2: DMX]
If a beast is what I got to be, then so be it
Fuck it, if I got to live it, then ya’ll gon’ see it
Eat it, Shit it, Live it, it’s in my blood
That’s why I get down like ‘What?’ from the dirt to the mud
You fucked up thinking shit was sweet, but shit in the streets
Make you split the heat to the back of his head make you spit teeth only love ones grieve
And I don’t wanna have to be the one to tell you shits deep
But man, shit’s deep
[Hook]
I swear that I can feel em fucking with me
Every night I feel em fucking with me
Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me
Every God damn night I feel ‘em fucking with me
Why?! Please God…
[Verse 3: DMX]
The streets still the same
Ain’t right, if a nigga can’t still feel the pain
But still kill the game, still keep real and aim
I get down one way we could keep it that one way or take it to gun play
Let a nigga know, If we going to walk this dog
Or If we ain’t gon talk at all
Make a nigga have to, talk with the 4 it’s the only language you know
There you go Pop, pop, pop, Now there you go
And I hate that I can see snakes clearly
They don’t even try to hide, it’s like they try to get near me
Most of ya’ll don’t hear me, it’s like I’m talking to myself
You niggas is so dumb I feel like I’m talking for my health
It’s not like I’m talking for the wealth cause there ain’t no money in the truth
Shit! I live this shit for real, Ya’ll make it up in the booth
Till a nigga lose his tooth over some shit he didn’t plan on
Wasn’t prepare for, really couldn’t stand on
[Verse 4: MGK]
Fuck it, Turn the cam on, tie his feet and his hands up and watch him
I’ll be back up with that heat to get his tan on
Now that’s for fucking with me
And that’s for my dog
This because where you’re going you’re not gonna need that arm
The street’s is talking, Uh oh, there they come, Thirsty for that blood, Red rum, red rum
Do you know how it feels to be so mad you would kill?
Or to be so trapped when you scream your throat cuts like jagged pills?
And whenever you close your eyes everything inside you dies
And all the ‘high’s, crimes, and lies’ come alive muthafucka
[Hook]
I swear that I can feel ‘em fucking with me
Every night I feel em fucking with me
Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me
Every God damn night I feel em fucking with me
Why?! Please God…
I swear that I can feel em’ fucking with me
I swear that I can feel em’ fucking with me
Every Night I feel em fucking with me
[Verse 1: MGK]
I wake up screaming in my sleep every fucking night
Open up my eyes to cold sweat, bloody clothes from my nose, erghh
Nothing nice, Father I’ve killed a man, but I had to do it
Only thing is ‘he’ is me, damn, how the fuck you couldn’t get me through this?!
My skin is bluish, voices in my head saying
“Don’t be stupid all you have is in that bag you better use it!”
Cut it, snuff it, puff it, shoot it, only one I trust now is myself these muthafucka’s Judas
Gun in my pillow cause’ all I feel is this paranoia
Holes in my wall from all them nights that I was feeling for him
The devils here but I’m still awake, then I broke the mirror
Why? Cause I seen his face, even my bitch corrupted
I fucked her pussy until it’s bloody took it out and then she sucked it told me that she loved it, Bitch
Everything is black I think I am deceased, I am a ghost without the bed sheets, X speak…
[Verse 2: DMX]
If a beast is what I got to be, then so be it
Fuck it, if I got to live it, then ya’ll gon’ see it
Eat it, Shit it, Live it, it’s in my blood
That’s why I get down like ‘What?’ from the dirt to the mud
You fucked up thinking shit was sweet, but shit in the streets
Make you split the heat to the back of his head make you spit teeth only love ones grieve
And I don’t wanna have to be the one to tell you shits deep
But man, shit’s deep
[Hook]
I swear that I can feel em fucking with me
Every night I feel em fucking with me
Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me
Every God damn night I feel ‘em fucking with me
Why?! Please God…
[Verse 3: DMX]
The streets still the same
Ain’t right, if a nigga can’t still feel the pain
But still kill the game, still keep real and aim
I get down one way we could keep it that one way or take it to gun play
Let a nigga know, If we going to walk this dog
Or If we ain’t gon talk at all
Make a nigga have to, talk with the 4 it’s the only language you know
There you go Pop, pop, pop, Now there you go
And I hate that I can see snakes clearly
They don’t even try to hide, it’s like they try to get near me
Most of ya’ll don’t hear me, it’s like I’m talking to myself
You niggas is so dumb I feel like I’m talking for my health
It’s not like I’m talking for the wealth cause there ain’t no money in the truth
Shit! I live this shit for real, Ya’ll make it up in the booth
Till a nigga lose his tooth over some shit he didn’t plan on
Wasn’t prepare for, really couldn’t stand on
[Verse 4: MGK]
Fuck it, Turn the cam on, tie his feet and his hands up and watch him
I’ll be back up with that heat to get his tan on
Now that’s for fucking with me
And that’s for my dog
This because where you’re going you’re not gonna need that arm
The street’s is talking, Uh oh, there they come, Thirsty for that blood, Red rum, red rum
Do you know how it feels to be so mad you would kill?
Or to be so trapped when you scream your throat cuts like jagged pills?
And whenever you close your eyes everything inside you dies
And all the ‘high’s, crimes, and lies’ come alive muthafucka
[Hook]
I swear that I can feel ‘em fucking with me
Every night I feel em fucking with me
Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me
Every God damn night I feel em fucking with me
Why?! Please God…
Edge Of Destruction lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Tech N9ne & Twista)
[Tech N9ne]
I'm humble because I know what it feels like to be at the bottom and have nobody, no friends, no nothing, nobody believing in me, now look at me.
I was down on the ground with nobody,
Some in my town said my sound was a hobby
Now that I'm crowned they're astounded and howling,
They try and come around that now I'm somebody.
Middle finger in the air with a hope and a prayer
I started this
Never had no money then my daughter hit,
That was a 'get up and hustle' nigga starter kit
Hard to spit, bars to get at stars when it's not marketed you're far from it, dark and your partner quit.
Really barking, you wishing for the spark to get hearts and they're hard to beat.
But they doubted me, 'cause I'm nothing like I never knew how to be stylistic,
It's fawl and it's proud to be while in this,
Thinking down, it's time to get the crowd shouting
Now people found, BMX rocked people's salary.
Way back when I was feeling defeated,
When inspiration, motivation was needed.
At the pace to be great I've exceeded,
All of your expectations you fakers can eat it.
This my world, this my game,
All the wicked shit is coming out of my brain.
This my girl, music is my dame
If you can get it, I'm a get it PI mayne
When I shared the past scared that I would get the people liking me, and wouldn't dare to buy your shit.
Try to told you before that my flow's sick,
Really sold on the road with my whole clique.
Everybody listening to witness, Tech's whirlwind.
In a club with MGK, thick sex twirlin.
Fall to the top, never did stop, now we got it's "fuck the world" then,
The haters in the past on my ass wanna come around like my ex-girlfriends.
For the block I GO!
For that spot I GO!
To the top I GO!
Screaming fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world.
And that's real, how I feel 24-7 in a city when a weak man die,
Doing whatever we got to do to survive,
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high
Screaming fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world
[Twista]
I remember thinking I would rather die
Than go through what I was going through and I was struggling to survive
Full of ambition and I'm ready to ride,
No tragedy over triumph for I am a lion, I gotta try.
Full of drama, I was feeling like a failure.
Fiending for the industry, again, I was living in disgust.
Doing odd jobs, everybody seeking me,
Traveling to work, back on forth from the bus.
Yeah, I was fucked up, but I got it together for y'all
Spit venemous lyrics, 'cause I was ready to ball
Started po pimping of everybody and certain motherfuckers that wanna get in my circle, I tell 'em no.
'Cause I gotta get money up in my anatomy, naturally,
And I gotta be gradually happy to holler.
And somebody wanna speak and they might be on that bullshit,
So sometimes I just fuck 'em, I don't even bother.
And who knows what's next for three haters chasing dreams,
Hailing from the midwest as we're spread our wings.
All of us striving to over the summit,
Creatin us a vision that will be stunning
We'll become the urban city and do a show,
You would get to see everybody for miles come running
Yelling for Machine Gun Kelly,
And Tech N9ne and Twista get it in
Better bring somethin smelly
We can take it to another level wherever you wanna go,
Everybody put up your hands, I'm ready.
Come on, get wild let loose,
Celebrate the fact that you made it and let me see you get buck.
You done been through some shit,
But you did it 'cause you had the heart to put the middle finger up.
For the block I GO!
For that spot I GO!
To the top I GO!
Screaming fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world.
And that's real, how I feel 24-7 in a city when a weak man die,
Doing whatever we got to do to survive,
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high
Screaming fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world
[Machine Gun Kelly]
From the back streets to the pack sheets,
On a block, running from cops like athletes
Whoever would've imagined Lace Up could've got me to the finish like track meets.
And when everybody's hot, I'm past heat,
And if I don't need the fuel, don't gas me.
It's been a long time coming since 100 Words and Runnin, mother fucker, come catch me.
And when these other rappers pen and pad it I was thirteen, with a semi-automatic
Anything we ever wanted, then you know that we gotta have it,
Don't nobody ever snitch, get pinched you forget like magic.
Kids carry tools like go-go-gadget,
Leaving high school through an open casket
Now another baby in the stomach of a baby, mother's never gonna know his daddy. tragic.
Why the government got to lie to get money?
What the federal reserve gotta take from me,
What should I be fighting for another country?
Have you seen my city? Motherfucker, we're hungry.
Representing for the middle of the map even though me and mine are coming from the bottom
Why do all greats fall when it isn't autumn?
Where would Pac be at if nobody woulda shot him?
Do you really think that Notorious B would believe these guys
Or the Internet thugs that the media finds?
You wanna talk about grind, look in the encyclopedia,
What name is in there, bet you see mine.
Mother fucker this Kells,
Skinny boy six foot three,
Heart bigger than a SUV,
Lord knows I've been through hell and back, put in jail and crack,
But still I came out TOP.
So this is for the kid who never had a father figure to depend on
Spending every school day being sent home
Feeling like he doesn't know anybody because the only thing he gives a head to him was some headphones
So he picked a song and he turned 'em on, every mornin just to get him through the day.
Looking for escape and a kick and the bass, that's the story of MGK,
Lace up.
For the block I GO!
For that spot I GO!
To the top I GO!
Screaming fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world.
And that's real, how I feel 24-7 in a city when a weak man die,
Doing whatever we got to do to survive,
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high
Screaming fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world
I'm humble because I know what it feels like to be at the bottom and have nobody, no friends, no nothing, nobody believing in me, now look at me.
I was down on the ground with nobody,
Some in my town said my sound was a hobby
Now that I'm crowned they're astounded and howling,
They try and come around that now I'm somebody.
Middle finger in the air with a hope and a prayer
I started this
Never had no money then my daughter hit,
That was a 'get up and hustle' nigga starter kit
Hard to spit, bars to get at stars when it's not marketed you're far from it, dark and your partner quit.
Really barking, you wishing for the spark to get hearts and they're hard to beat.
But they doubted me, 'cause I'm nothing like I never knew how to be stylistic,
It's fawl and it's proud to be while in this,
Thinking down, it's time to get the crowd shouting
Now people found, BMX rocked people's salary.
Way back when I was feeling defeated,
When inspiration, motivation was needed.
At the pace to be great I've exceeded,
All of your expectations you fakers can eat it.
This my world, this my game,
All the wicked shit is coming out of my brain.
This my girl, music is my dame
If you can get it, I'm a get it PI mayne
When I shared the past scared that I would get the people liking me, and wouldn't dare to buy your shit.
Try to told you before that my flow's sick,
Really sold on the road with my whole clique.
Everybody listening to witness, Tech's whirlwind.
In a club with MGK, thick sex twirlin.
Fall to the top, never did stop, now we got it's "fuck the world" then,
The haters in the past on my ass wanna come around like my ex-girlfriends.
For the block I GO!
For that spot I GO!
To the top I GO!
Screaming fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world.
And that's real, how I feel 24-7 in a city when a weak man die,
Doing whatever we got to do to survive,
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high
Screaming fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world
[Twista]
I remember thinking I would rather die
Than go through what I was going through and I was struggling to survive
Full of ambition and I'm ready to ride,
No tragedy over triumph for I am a lion, I gotta try.
Full of drama, I was feeling like a failure.
Fiending for the industry, again, I was living in disgust.
Doing odd jobs, everybody seeking me,
Traveling to work, back on forth from the bus.
Yeah, I was fucked up, but I got it together for y'all
Spit venemous lyrics, 'cause I was ready to ball
Started po pimping of everybody and certain motherfuckers that wanna get in my circle, I tell 'em no.
'Cause I gotta get money up in my anatomy, naturally,
And I gotta be gradually happy to holler.
And somebody wanna speak and they might be on that bullshit,
So sometimes I just fuck 'em, I don't even bother.
And who knows what's next for three haters chasing dreams,
Hailing from the midwest as we're spread our wings.
All of us striving to over the summit,
Creatin us a vision that will be stunning
We'll become the urban city and do a show,
You would get to see everybody for miles come running
Yelling for Machine Gun Kelly,
And Tech N9ne and Twista get it in
Better bring somethin smelly
We can take it to another level wherever you wanna go,
Everybody put up your hands, I'm ready.
Come on, get wild let loose,
Celebrate the fact that you made it and let me see you get buck.
You done been through some shit,
But you did it 'cause you had the heart to put the middle finger up.
For the block I GO!
For that spot I GO!
To the top I GO!
Screaming fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world.
And that's real, how I feel 24-7 in a city when a weak man die,
Doing whatever we got to do to survive,
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high
Screaming fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world
[Machine Gun Kelly]
From the back streets to the pack sheets,
On a block, running from cops like athletes
Whoever would've imagined Lace Up could've got me to the finish like track meets.
And when everybody's hot, I'm past heat,
And if I don't need the fuel, don't gas me.
It's been a long time coming since 100 Words and Runnin, mother fucker, come catch me.
And when these other rappers pen and pad it I was thirteen, with a semi-automatic
Anything we ever wanted, then you know that we gotta have it,
Don't nobody ever snitch, get pinched you forget like magic.
Kids carry tools like go-go-gadget,
Leaving high school through an open casket
Now another baby in the stomach of a baby, mother's never gonna know his daddy. tragic.
Why the government got to lie to get money?
What the federal reserve gotta take from me,
What should I be fighting for another country?
Have you seen my city? Motherfucker, we're hungry.
Representing for the middle of the map even though me and mine are coming from the bottom
Why do all greats fall when it isn't autumn?
Where would Pac be at if nobody woulda shot him?
Do you really think that Notorious B would believe these guys
Or the Internet thugs that the media finds?
You wanna talk about grind, look in the encyclopedia,
What name is in there, bet you see mine.
Mother fucker this Kells,
Skinny boy six foot three,
Heart bigger than a SUV,
Lord knows I've been through hell and back, put in jail and crack,
But still I came out TOP.
So this is for the kid who never had a father figure to depend on
Spending every school day being sent home
Feeling like he doesn't know anybody because the only thing he gives a head to him was some headphones
So he picked a song and he turned 'em on, every mornin just to get him through the day.
Looking for escape and a kick and the bass, that's the story of MGK,
Lace up.
For the block I GO!
For that spot I GO!
To the top I GO!
Screaming fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world.
And that's real, how I feel 24-7 in a city when a weak man die,
Doing whatever we got to do to survive,
Hand to the sky, middle finger up high
Screaming fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world, fuck the world, fuck the world,
Screaming motherfuck the world
Runnin' lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Planet VI)
[Chorus:]
Runnin' I ain't running away [x3]
Cause, I'm so tired of Runnin'
[Verse 1: MGK]
I'm so tired of running, that I've worn my soles
Out, to the point that my toes is out, to the point that I can't look back and even if I did I still couldn't see where I started out, can't see home for miles, I'm
Lost like another orphan child, I'm only grinning cause I'm supposed to smile, so I do it for the ones that are down and out proud one of theirs is gonna be
A spokesman now, and I'm still running, running, but I don't know where, all I got to my name is one pair, of laced up chucks, 5 bucks, and a chip on my
Shoulder that's so big that I cannot bare, I done lost my friends, family, and home for this, and for that I have lost my mind, kept my faith, lost my direction
I'm just hoping that I haven't lost my time, Go!
[Hook:]
I keep my head up, with my feet on the ground, From the bottom so up is the only place that I'm
Going, Ready to face all that's in front of me now, Cause, I'm so tired of Runnin' I'm walking through the fire, cause their is no way around, Moving in the same
Direction wherever the wind is blowing Ready to face what's in front of me now, Cause
I'm so tired of Runnin' Runnin I ain't running away [x3] Cause, I'm so
Tired of Runnin'
[Verse 2:]
I'm so tired of struggling, I'm so tired of hustling, I can feel my heart fill with hate, I'm so tired of loving, I was supposed
To be great, I'm so tired of ducking, Tired of coming home from my job being fired from nothing, And shit I'm tired, from the nights a motherfucker took that
Ride, to make that dream come alive, then wake up in the morning to a 9 to 5, but I gotta do it if I wanna survive, because in the city where I'm from it's
Either do or die, so choose it wise because you could lose it in the blink of an eye but even in the darkest times it's proven I
[Hook:]
I keep my head up
With my feet on the ground, From the bottom so up is the only place that I'm going, Ready to face all that's in front of me now, Cause, I'm so tired of Runnin'
I'm walking through the fire, cause their is no way around, Moving in the same direction wherever the wind is blowing Ready to face what's in front of me
Now, Cause, I'm so tired of Runnin' Runnin' I ain't running away [x3]
Cause, I'm so tired of Runnin'
Runnin' I ain't running away [x3]
Cause, I'm so tired of Runnin'
[Verse 1: MGK]
I'm so tired of running, that I've worn my soles
Out, to the point that my toes is out, to the point that I can't look back and even if I did I still couldn't see where I started out, can't see home for miles, I'm
Lost like another orphan child, I'm only grinning cause I'm supposed to smile, so I do it for the ones that are down and out proud one of theirs is gonna be
A spokesman now, and I'm still running, running, but I don't know where, all I got to my name is one pair, of laced up chucks, 5 bucks, and a chip on my
Shoulder that's so big that I cannot bare, I done lost my friends, family, and home for this, and for that I have lost my mind, kept my faith, lost my direction
I'm just hoping that I haven't lost my time, Go!
[Hook:]
I keep my head up, with my feet on the ground, From the bottom so up is the only place that I'm
Going, Ready to face all that's in front of me now, Cause, I'm so tired of Runnin' I'm walking through the fire, cause their is no way around, Moving in the same
Direction wherever the wind is blowing Ready to face what's in front of me now, Cause
I'm so tired of Runnin' Runnin I ain't running away [x3] Cause, I'm so
Tired of Runnin'
[Verse 2:]
I'm so tired of struggling, I'm so tired of hustling, I can feel my heart fill with hate, I'm so tired of loving, I was supposed
To be great, I'm so tired of ducking, Tired of coming home from my job being fired from nothing, And shit I'm tired, from the nights a motherfucker took that
Ride, to make that dream come alive, then wake up in the morning to a 9 to 5, but I gotta do it if I wanna survive, because in the city where I'm from it's
Either do or die, so choose it wise because you could lose it in the blink of an eye but even in the darkest times it's proven I
[Hook:]
I keep my head up
With my feet on the ground, From the bottom so up is the only place that I'm going, Ready to face all that's in front of me now, Cause, I'm so tired of Runnin'
I'm walking through the fire, cause their is no way around, Moving in the same direction wherever the wind is blowing Ready to face what's in front of me
Now, Cause, I'm so tired of Runnin' Runnin' I ain't running away [x3]
Cause, I'm so tired of Runnin'
Invincible lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Ester Dean)
[Intro: Ester Dean]
Voices in the air
I hear ‘em loud and clear
Telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just wanna listen
[Verse 1: MGK]
As my world turns, the heart beats
Not only in my chest, but the heart in the streets
So when they feel this, they feel me
But I can’t feel nothin’, outside these Dre Beats
I am from the city of people, came from the bottom
Standing on top of what was supposed to be my coffin, what’s up?
Inception shows me as a dead man walkin’
But reflections show this kid’s still got it
Better be known I got the throne like I don’t know that there’s a king
Never grew up around a family because I’m not a human being
And anyone under my level that’s coming in my spot, for the top
Let ‘em have it, cause when I leave, the whole world drops
Lace up Kells
[Hook: Ester Dean]
I hear voices in the air
I hear 'em loud and clear,
Tellin' me to listen.
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just want to listen
Telling me
I’m invincible [x3]
Telling me
I’m invincible [x3]
I am
[Verse 2: MGK]
Waking up sweatin’ from the stress of being caged out
Everything I write is played out like what is this
Tear the whole page out
Man I come from holes in the wall but they don’t know the past
Even if I told them it all they wouldn’t know the half
So maybe I fill up my luggage with all these dreams
And put on my black coat and my black chucks and nothing in my jeans
It’s just one, til the day come like Rocky’s movie scene
The day I’m on top of the world, look up the screen like this is me,
This is Kells
Crucified by the public without the nails
Do or die in my city but clearly I never failed
Lost myself in the game when I found myself in a cell
And I found myself in the fame when I lost myself in the pills
And you cannot mess with me still, seen the boys and they winnin’
Underdogs of the year, Cleveland boys in the buildin’
What the fuck is a ceiling?
I’m taking this to the top
And when I leave the whole world drops
Lace up Kells
[Hook: Ester Dean]
I hear voices in the air
I hear 'em loud and clear,
They’re telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just wanna listen
Telling me
I’m invincible [x3]
Telling me
I’m invincible [x3]
I am
Voices in the air
I hear ‘em loud and clear
Telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just wanna listen
[Verse 1: MGK]
As my world turns, the heart beats
Not only in my chest, but the heart in the streets
So when they feel this, they feel me
But I can’t feel nothin’, outside these Dre Beats
I am from the city of people, came from the bottom
Standing on top of what was supposed to be my coffin, what’s up?
Inception shows me as a dead man walkin’
But reflections show this kid’s still got it
Better be known I got the throne like I don’t know that there’s a king
Never grew up around a family because I’m not a human being
And anyone under my level that’s coming in my spot, for the top
Let ‘em have it, cause when I leave, the whole world drops
Lace up Kells
[Hook: Ester Dean]
I hear voices in the air
I hear 'em loud and clear,
Tellin' me to listen.
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just want to listen
Telling me
I’m invincible [x3]
Telling me
I’m invincible [x3]
I am
[Verse 2: MGK]
Waking up sweatin’ from the stress of being caged out
Everything I write is played out like what is this
Tear the whole page out
Man I come from holes in the wall but they don’t know the past
Even if I told them it all they wouldn’t know the half
So maybe I fill up my luggage with all these dreams
And put on my black coat and my black chucks and nothing in my jeans
It’s just one, til the day come like Rocky’s movie scene
The day I’m on top of the world, look up the screen like this is me,
This is Kells
Crucified by the public without the nails
Do or die in my city but clearly I never failed
Lost myself in the game when I found myself in a cell
And I found myself in the fame when I lost myself in the pills
And you cannot mess with me still, seen the boys and they winnin’
Underdogs of the year, Cleveland boys in the buildin’
What the fuck is a ceiling?
I’m taking this to the top
And when I leave the whole world drops
Lace up Kells
[Hook: Ester Dean]
I hear voices in the air
I hear 'em loud and clear,
They’re telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just wanna listen
Telling me
I’m invincible [x3]
Telling me
I’m invincible [x3]
I am
On My Way lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
Okay, now they say home is where the hate is.
Pulling up high haters.
I know, I've been on a hiatus, caught up in the lights, I've been blinded by Las Vegas.
Ain't it ironic? Before I was 21 I put my future on the table and I won
See, they told me life's a gamble, now this is my casino
Make sure my fellows good, now I'm Robert DeNiro,
Sipping cleco with the girl that held me down from the beginning,
My team throwing up Ls, but it's funny, 'cause we're winning,
A million talked down, soon as I rose from the bottom,
But opinions ass holes now, everybody got 'em.
So they ask me why I do it, I do it for the streets
Heard mama got out the crib, man, I do it for the greeds,
Man, I do it for the five pack of Haines wife beats
That I wore like everyday to show off my brand new ink
Shit I remember working jobs so I just can hit the dance up,
Never had a date, so I really didn't dance much.
Couldn't buy my own, so I just borrowed my dad's tux,
Told him keep the loafers, kept it gully with my black chucks.
So we could keep watching the stars, but me, I wanna be 'em
And I just beat the odds, guess we can call it even
'Cause he the underdog went from flipping patties at a Fuddruckers
To living lavish than a motherfucker, God damn.
Hold up
Okay, I heard they want the classics, my life's a movie like the Truman Show, without the cameras.
They look at us like we're a couple boys in the hood,
Four brothers to the end like them boys in the wood.
So I light it up for the Friday night lights with the team
And a notebook, call it Requiem for a dream.
I was super bad in the class, I just dazed off,
So I play sick and lived Ferris Bueller's day off.
Back in Coolie high students used to nickname us the Goonies
Every night we blacked out, shit, they should've called us roofies.
Get out the bed, half baked, roll another doobie.
So many snacks up in the house, they call the crib Scooby.
Blow an oiee and man, man I swear this is good as it gets,
Godfather told me keep doing that music shit.
He said your piece of the American pie is waiting
From the bottom to the top, almost famous, Kells.
Pulling up high haters.
I know, I've been on a hiatus, caught up in the lights, I've been blinded by Las Vegas.
Ain't it ironic? Before I was 21 I put my future on the table and I won
See, they told me life's a gamble, now this is my casino
Make sure my fellows good, now I'm Robert DeNiro,
Sipping cleco with the girl that held me down from the beginning,
My team throwing up Ls, but it's funny, 'cause we're winning,
A million talked down, soon as I rose from the bottom,
But opinions ass holes now, everybody got 'em.
So they ask me why I do it, I do it for the streets
Heard mama got out the crib, man, I do it for the greeds,
Man, I do it for the five pack of Haines wife beats
That I wore like everyday to show off my brand new ink
Shit I remember working jobs so I just can hit the dance up,
Never had a date, so I really didn't dance much.
Couldn't buy my own, so I just borrowed my dad's tux,
Told him keep the loafers, kept it gully with my black chucks.
So we could keep watching the stars, but me, I wanna be 'em
And I just beat the odds, guess we can call it even
'Cause he the underdog went from flipping patties at a Fuddruckers
To living lavish than a motherfucker, God damn.
Hold up
Okay, I heard they want the classics, my life's a movie like the Truman Show, without the cameras.
They look at us like we're a couple boys in the hood,
Four brothers to the end like them boys in the wood.
So I light it up for the Friday night lights with the team
And a notebook, call it Requiem for a dream.
I was super bad in the class, I just dazed off,
So I play sick and lived Ferris Bueller's day off.
Back in Coolie high students used to nickname us the Goonies
Every night we blacked out, shit, they should've called us roofies.
Get out the bed, half baked, roll another doobie.
So many snacks up in the house, they call the crib Scooby.
Blow an oiee and man, man I swear this is good as it gets,
Godfather told me keep doing that music shit.
He said your piece of the American pie is waiting
From the bottom to the top, almost famous, Kells.
La La La (The Floating Song) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
[Verse 1:]
Chase n Cashe
Can the drummer get some huh??
Indeed,
Phat tracks,
Good weed,
Anthrax,
U know we Loud,
Baby the bands back
Smokin hash now my hashtag's pass dat,
And i never need cashback,
My green is on the credit of the fact that im the muthafuckin man jack,
Coming straight out of the land where them Cavs at,
Good stock of tree take me I get higher then the Nasdaq,
Burn somethin,
Me and my friends fried,
Spicy chicken sand- which, some burgers, and french fries,
And my Cherry slushie,
That's red as my friends eyes,
So god damn high i Fell asleep in my friends ride, shit,
I'm fucked up,
But these the days I live fo,
For every J I smoke I fuck a bitch I'm a nympho,
I wouldn't trade this for a million bucks,
My best friends, my blunts, and my chucks, wassup,
[Chorus:]
La la la,
Look at the clock like,
La la la,
It don't stop huh?
La la la,
Stay up all night,
La la la,
We just watch uh,
La la la,
Bumping that new shit,
La la la,
This my jam,
So roll it up and let's float again,
[Verse 2:]
I wake up to no rules, no bed,
We crashin on the couch,
Leftover food,
No bread, I guess we eatin out,
A couple hoops, fuck yeah, you know we ballin out,
And after that? smoke sesh, we never on a droubt,
We got them swishers, king size zig zags and all utensils,
OG kush big bags, edibles in the kitchen,
Plus the air match the smoke around my tattoo'd initials,
So fire up the muthafuckin bong like its a missile,
Where the bitches? somebody call the cell,
Tell em bring the liquor some mixers and high heels,
I'm half naked and all these ladies is as well
And you would be if u burn like we burnin I'm hot as hell
Shell's stuffed with the finest product these dealers sell,
I swear we done ran thru more papers this summer then the mail,
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, let's get by,
Live for the moment let's get high,
And we floatin like
[Chorus:]
La la la,
Look at the clock like,
La la la,
It don't stop huh?
La la la,
Stay up all night,
La la la,
We just watch uh,
La la la,
Bumping that new shit,
La la la,
This my jam,
So roll it up and let's float again,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chase n Cashe
Can the drummer get some huh??
Indeed,
Phat tracks,
Good weed,
Anthrax,
U know we Loud,
Baby the bands back
Smokin hash now my hashtag's pass dat,
And i never need cashback,
My green is on the credit of the fact that im the muthafuckin man jack,
Coming straight out of the land where them Cavs at,
Good stock of tree take me I get higher then the Nasdaq,
Burn somethin,
Me and my friends fried,
Spicy chicken sand- which, some burgers, and french fries,
And my Cherry slushie,
That's red as my friends eyes,
So god damn high i Fell asleep in my friends ride, shit,
I'm fucked up,
But these the days I live fo,
For every J I smoke I fuck a bitch I'm a nympho,
I wouldn't trade this for a million bucks,
My best friends, my blunts, and my chucks, wassup,
[Chorus:]
La la la,
Look at the clock like,
La la la,
It don't stop huh?
La la la,
Stay up all night,
La la la,
We just watch uh,
La la la,
Bumping that new shit,
La la la,
This my jam,
So roll it up and let's float again,
[Verse 2:]
I wake up to no rules, no bed,
We crashin on the couch,
Leftover food,
No bread, I guess we eatin out,
A couple hoops, fuck yeah, you know we ballin out,
And after that? smoke sesh, we never on a droubt,
We got them swishers, king size zig zags and all utensils,
OG kush big bags, edibles in the kitchen,
Plus the air match the smoke around my tattoo'd initials,
So fire up the muthafuckin bong like its a missile,
Where the bitches? somebody call the cell,
Tell em bring the liquor some mixers and high heels,
I'm half naked and all these ladies is as well
And you would be if u burn like we burnin I'm hot as hell
Shell's stuffed with the finest product these dealers sell,
I swear we done ran thru more papers this summer then the mail,
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, let's get by,
Live for the moment let's get high,
And we floatin like
[Chorus:]
La la la,
Look at the clock like,
La la la,
It don't stop huh?
La la la,
Stay up all night,
La la la,
We just watch uh,
La la la,
Bumping that new shit,
La la la,
This my jam,
So roll it up and let's float again,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
mixtape: "EST 4 Life" (2012)
- Intro lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- EST 4 Life lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Dubo & DJ Xplosive)
- Police lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Pooh Gutta)
- Get Laced lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Paid lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (performed by Dubo)
- Hold On (Shut Up) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Young Jeezy)
- Rucker Park (Freestyle) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Blaze Up lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- PapaDickChicken's Drive Thru (Skit) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Hy For Dayz lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (performed by Dubo)
- On Deck lyrics - (performed by Dubo)
- Mayhem (H.A.M.) lyrics - (performed by Dubo) (feat. Machine Gun Kelly)
- Halo lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Now I Know (Interlude) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Her Song lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Spordy (Skit) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Highline Ballroom Soundcheck (Freestyle) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly
- Letter To My Fans lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Dubo)
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