"Bloom" (2017)



The Gunner lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Ayy, my walk is so cocky the bouncers don't even stop me
Ain't no pat down, no ID
They know me, that shit obvi
Bitch I pack out the lobby just from fans tryna find me
I got daughters and mothers tryna fuck with the gunner
Two tone suit like the Joker
My Harley Quinn wears a choker
Let them suicide doors up
So much smoke, can't photo us
I'm out west like the gold rush, 1942 poured up
I ain't spent one night sober since I turned 20 years old
But I'm on my Jeezy in 2005 "Trap or Die" shit
The everyday 100, this ain't no facade shit
This that "Look me in my eyes and don't you fuckin' lie" shit
Still don't need no opinions
Bitch, most these artists my minions, whoa
Any weed around me finna get burnt
No lie, I'm on fire
Hogtie anybody need a realization that they fuckin' with the wrong guy
I am the Alpha Omega, came from Sonic on a Sega
Crumblin' chronic on the table
Mumbling lyrics in the basement
Like I'm finna go Super Saiyan
I'm saying I ain't had a plan coming out the land
Hanging with my man, tryna slang a gram
Just to rent a van, just to try and tour
Turn some common clothing in to couture
Steal money from the sewer
Look at all that I been doing
All them years I couldn't afford, places in the morgue
We are not the same, say the fuckin' name

I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)

Let's do this for real
Super sonic, super sonic
Psychedelics and some chronic
Still remain a trending topic
Five movies, let's be honest, what you call it?
That's a major motion picture wallet
No, I do not want a comment
Don't approach me, I am violent
Snapping pictures 'cause I'm styling
Let me make it very fucking clear who I am
Do not start assuming, let me clear confusion
I am not a human, they call me a giant
I pick up the mic and I start a riot
I spit a verse and I change the climate
Fuck a dealer, man, I need the pilot
Drop the weight off like he on a diet
Hanging off of the balcony of the Hyatt
I started with one, and I'm multiplying
Now I got me 3 women like Frankie Lymon
And I got me a double X made in diamonds
Bitch, the dynasty never dying
Someone ring the sirens, I just fuck the silence
I just sparked the loud up,, who the fuck can stop us?
I resort to violence, no resorts and islands
You know where to find us

I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)
I am the gunner (The gunner, the gunner)

Wake + Bake lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Brush your teeth and light the J up
Bake, word
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Bake, mmm, bake
Bake

Ay, veggie oil in the pan, goddamn
Fry the chicken with the ham, yes ma'am
Bought a biscuit with the jam
Twisting up another gram
Fuck, I'm late to work again

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Brush your teeth and light the J up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

Ay, smoke me out, though
Got the homies on the couch
Rolling up an ounce right before I bounce (I get high)
Checking my accounts, ain't no fuckin' dollar 'cause (Get high)
Shorty pissed I pulled off in the whip and drive
'Sposed to hit the job, but (I get high)
Told my boss I quit 'cause I'm a boss and shit
Fuck this 9 to 5, biotch

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Brush your teeth and light the J up
Bake
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Bake, bake

Go For Broke lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. James Arthur)

[James Arthur:]
You could get high or you could get low
You could stay young or you could grow old
Let it go (Oooh)
'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke
You could go hard or you could go home
You could live life or you could just fold
Let it go (Oooh)
'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke

[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Look, I started with a dollar and a dream, right
So I could show these people how to dream, right
I could show 'em how to aim for the stars
And take it to the arenas from the streetlights
Damn, oh this is what the top feels like? (Whoa)
I still remember Ramen noodle meal nights
I still remember checkin' my account
And having 26 dollars, when I signed my record deal night
And I remember being cold
And my apartment used to heat up from the kitchen stove
Highs and Lows, it's how it goes
So I gotta roll somethin' up
Just to cope with the pressures of growin' up, man

What a week
We made it to the bar 'cause we need to heal up
You gotta play for keeps
'Cause aces tend to stay with dealers
You got to believe it
But I'm a sinner too so I ain't preachin'
Just keep on dreamin'
'Cause all the bad days come for good reasons

[James Arthur:]
You could get high or you could get low
You could stay young or you could grow old
Let it go (Oooh)
'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke
You could go hard or you could go home
You could live life or you could just fold
Let it go (Oooh)
'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke

[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Yeah, and if I had a dollar
For everytime they told me what I wouldn't be
I would be a rich man with a crib on a big hill (ha forreal)
But I gotta work to get paid
Earn my own way
Work the third shift, burn the whole spliff
Since birth I (Hold up, let me get it)
Look, failure was not an option, I gotta be at the top
Like I'm sorry, but I don't really feel sorry for y'all
I'm sorry I got a new number that you can't call
I'm sorry to everyone who still wants me to fall
Hold up, you know what, I ain't sorry at all

So I, hope that it was worth it when you searching
And you findwhat glitters ain't gold
And I, knew I wasn't perfect but I know that I made it all on my own

[James Arthur:]
You could get high or you could get low
You could stay young or you could grow old
Let it go (Oooh)
'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke
You could go hard or you could go home
You could live life or you could just fold
Let it go (Oooh)
'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke

Paid my dues, so I'll see you later
Love is much more than paper
So I let it go, I just hit the road, I just let it go
Yeah, paid my dues so I see you later
Love is much more than paper
So let it go, I just hit the road, I just let it go

You could get high or you could get low
You could stay young or you could grow old
Let it go (Oooh)
'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke
You could go hard or you could go home
You could live life or you could just fold
Let it go (Oooh)
'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke

At My Best lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Hailee Steinfeld)

[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Turn my vocals up, alright

I wrote this song as a message for help
On behalf of anybody finding theirself
I wrote this letter to numb your pain
'Cause everyday I wake up I'm feeling the same

I got issues just like you got issues
I been hurt I seen scar tissue
If I showed you would you run away?
Do I gotta hide 'em for you to wanna stay?

Do I even need you?
Should I leave you?
Do I gotta be you
Just to please you?
Do I say I'm all good
When I bleed you through my heart?
Quit tearing mine apart

[Hailee Steinfeld:]
I shout, I swear, I get angry, I get scared
I fall, I break, I mess up, I make mistakes
But if you can't take me at my worst
You don't deserve me at my best

[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Gotta keep it going, gotta keep my head up, uh
Gotta keep it going, gotta keep my head up, uh
Gotta keep it going, gotta keep my head up
'Cause life is about—aight, check this out

Look, life is about making mistakes
It's also about trying to be great, right
Do not let failure scare you away
I know you fed up, you fall, get up
It's all in us,
I can speak about 'cause I did it true
Ladies and gentlemen here's the exhibit
It's my life look a little closer you could see the highlight
Gold ain't always golden but I told 'em

Look at all the years
I've been waiting for a moment
Shed a lot of tears
Just to smile in the morning
Tell me could you love me,
Tell me could you love me?
Tell me could you love me if I told you why?

[Hailee Steinfeld:]
I shout, I swear, I get angry, I get scared
I fall, I break, I mess up, I make mistakes
But if you can't take me at my worst
You don't deserve me at my best

[Machine Gun Kelly:]
This song's for anybody, yeah
Who feels like I did
Never the cool kid
This song's for anybody
Who fought their way through
Always remain true
This song's for anybody
The one's who trying to get it
The one's who dreaming and live it
This song's for anybody
This song, this song, this song, this song, this song, this song

[Hailee Steinfeld and Machine Gun Kelly:]
I shout, I swear, I get angry, I get scared
I swear I do
I fall, yeah, I break, yeah, I mess up, I make mistakes
And I ain't sorry 'bout it
But if you can't take me at my worst
You don't deserve me at my best

[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Gotta keep it going, gotta keep my head up, uh
Gotta keep it going, gotta keep my head up, uh
Gotta keep it going, gotta keep my head up
'Cause life is about

Kiss The Sky lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

See I've been searchin' for somethin' out there
When is it comin'? Tell me
What to tell myself
When I drink so much that it hurts my health
'Cause I stay up way too late
And I owe a million favors
I can't overstress myself
So I wrote it down to express myself
I'm lookin' in the mirror tryna find
Peace of mind in a piece of my
Inspiration back from the beginning
Life's a movie, I can't make revisions
Ate an eighth of shrooms and started trippin'
Had some visions that were nonexistent
I think I just left the solar system
Doesn't matter, I still kept the rhythm
Diamonds still gon' light up like a prism
That's from years of grindin' independent
What was at the bottom now has risen
If this isn't Heaven then what is it?
Always real but never realistic
Want the world but nothin' in specific
Don't need shootin' stars to grant my wishes
I'm a superstar, let's go and get it

Kiss the ski-i-i-i-i-i-ies, the sky
Kiss the ski-i-i-i-i-i-ies, the sky
Kiss the ski-i-i-i-i-i-ies, the sky
Kiss the sky-y-y-y-y-y-y

Now can I, lay underneath you?
While they play all the previews
And I'll pretend like I'm restin'
Maybe you'll skip to the end and
Pass all the irrational decisions
Patch up all the passion that was missin'
I think that's enough, I'm feelin' lovesick
Rollin' loud, I'm on some turnin' up shit
Paid a couple hundred for a high that I couldn't get on my own, own
And I've been lookin' for a long time, but I never found home
Everything is alright, I'm around for the long ride
Go get drunk and find some trouble (ayy)
Add some pieces to the puzzle (ayy)
Couple rights, couple wrongs
That's the prequel to the sequel (yeah)
And all the space in between us
Are memories that we conceal
The jagged edges of a pill
Remember what it is to feel
Windows down behind the wheel
Gotta do it for the thrill, watch me

Kiss the ski-i-i-i-i-i-ies, the sky
Kiss the ski-i-i-i-i-i-ies, the sky
Kiss the ski-i-i-i-i-i-ies, the sky
Kiss the sky-y-y-y-y-y-y

Golden God lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly


Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna

Made man like Joe Pesci
I need Deniro or I'll Rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?
They be asking why I'm such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
I'm on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain't talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Need double mercy [?]
Should've never got it started
Motherfucker, I'm retarded
Do you know how I'm regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can't stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can't believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don't say no
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I'm G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I'm wildin' every summer
I ain't like my daddy, he religious
I'm with bitches burning rubber
I'm a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that's the gang, gang, gang

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
I'm on the roof of the party

Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god
I'm on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

Trap Paris lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Quavo & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Ayy
Woke up in woke up in
Soundin' real godly
Quavo
Sonny rolling grams of wax

Woke up in Paris
Broke all the mirrors (that lean)
Watch me, last night was too turnt
They caught me fucking on camera
I ain't embarrassed
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
And I'm running the streets to the city like Rocky
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up until I cramp
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Smoke rings from the grams, uh
Got a lady and a tramp
Bitch I made it from the trap
Gunner

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for sex
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for sex
Swear that pussy the wettest

[Quavo:]
Made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
I made it from the bottom, what you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
When I was on the bottom, you didn't hang out with me (no way)
Now I got some dollars, they keep hanging with me (yeah)
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy)
Pull up with a gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
You took too much of Coco, it made your nose bleed (trippin)
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
Pop one off for the kid though (pop one)
Pop one off the extendo (shoot)
Old money like a Nintendo
Bring it back, this the reload (bring back)
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
Hit it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Whole thang in my lap
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Got the police running laps (yeah)
Bitch I made it from the trap
Bitch I made it out the trap

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for sex
Swear that pussy the wettest
I woke up in Paris
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
First I roll up the lesh
Then I went back for sex
Swear that pussy the wettest

Moonwalkers lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. DubXX)

Gunner, Gunner

Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
Pockets full of what?
Hella quarters, like I'm 'bout to feed the meter
Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers
We ain't even parkin'
We just spark it and fly frequent
Up in the sky, Jesus
Gave me high fives, Peter
Pan full of yams
Trees lit like Christmas Eve
I'm so facetious, so indecent
Fuck the world and leave it speechless
Rock that jacket with the cheetah
Look like Elvis with these sequins, I'm sayin'

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Yeah, fast life, hash pipes, lit up like flashlights
Fast cash, back scratch, steal off on last night
Super stoned, where is home? I missed the last flight
Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite
What you call it when you feel like you're on the moon talkin'?
Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalkin'
Movin' backwards, rollin' Backwoods, I don't care who's watchin'
EST a fuckin' army, I'm the platoon sergeant

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
I don't roll it up if it ain't gas
Tank full, goin' to the moon
I can see the snakes in the grass
You could never ever get us, ayy
It's a Tommy Hilfiger day
Ain't nobody realer than us
Ain't nobody triller than us
Ayy, Birdman hands on 'em (brrr)
Hermes smell on him
Bitch you know we comin' out the van
Shout out to the fans
Early Monday mornin', haha
I packed a Tulu bag high as fuck, already soarin'
Where you goin'? Space station, engine roarin' (woah)
Gettin' face in the foreign (yeah)
Sex tape like it's porn
Space game with the Martians
I don't ever do the norm

Ayy we only steppin' out for the big shit
Champagne supernova type shit
Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga
Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Can't Walk lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Y'all can't see my eyes behind these shades
Y'all can't see my eyes behind these shades
I been fucked up for the last two days straight
I been fucked up for the last two days, dog
And I can't walk, and I can't walk

I can't lie, dog, I'm so fried, dog
I'm so high, dog, this is my life
One night I'ma get it done
Can't stop 'til I see the sun
One bite, hit the drugs
Can't die, I'm too young
I feel just like Jimmy back at Woodstock
What did you just give me in this Ziploc
Blurred lines, blurred lines, I just fucked for the third time
Purple rain, purple rain fell in my cup, slurred rhymes

Y'all can't see my eyes behind these shades
Y'all can't see my eyes behind these shades
I been fucked up for the last two days straight
I been fucked up for the last two days, dog
And I can't walk, and I can't walk
I can't walk, and I can't walk
I can't walk

Let me tell you a little somethin' 'bout me
I'ma finish what you getting started
So don't be fighting at my fucking party
'Cause I'ma fuck you up
Bitch thought of my crew, though
Don't blow my crew, though
Make room for the crew, though
I got girls in the front, huh
2 grams of the blunt, huh
Rolling up that funk, huh
I feel just like Ozzy back in '8-5
My girl's just one sloppy ice cream paint job
I served it up, I served it up
It's the young gun, you heard of us
I just got in three fights
So I ain't slept for three nights

Y'all can't see my eyes behind these shades
Y'all can't see my eyes behind these shades
I been fucked up for the last two days straight
I been fucked up for the last two days, dog
And I can't walk, and I can't walk
I can't walk, and I can't walk
I can't walk

Bad Things lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly & Camila Cabello

[Camila Cabello (Machine Gun Kelly):]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good (so good), that you can't explain it
What can I say, it's complicated

[Machine Gun Kelly (Camila Cabello):]
Aye
Nothing's that bad
If it feels good
So you come back
Like I knew you would
And we're both wild
And the night's young
And you're my drug
Breathe you in 'til my face numb
Drop it down to that bass drum
I got what you dream about
Nails scratchin' my back tatt
Eyes closed while you scream out
And you keep me in with those hips
While my teeth sink in those lips (yeah)
While your body's giving me life
And you suffocate in my kiss
Then you said

I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever
Like I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

[Camila Cabello (Machine Gun Kelly):]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
(damn)

[Machine Gun Kelly (Camila Cabello):]
Aye, I can't explain it
I love the pain
And I love the way that your breath
Numbs me like Novocaine
And we are
(oh)
Always high
Keep it strange

[Camila Cabello and Machine Gun Kelly:]
OK, yeah, I'm insane
But you the same

[Machine Gun Kelly (Camila Cabello):]
Let me paint the picture
(yeah)
Couch by the kitchen
(yeah)
Nothin' but your heels on
Losing our religion
(mmm)
You're my pretty little vixen
And I'm that voice inside your head
That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say
And you said

I want you forever
Even when we're not together
(I want you wherever)
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever
Like I want you forever
Even when we're not together
(oh, whoa)
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

[Camila Cabello (Machine Gun Kelly):]
Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it
What can I say, it's complicated

The way we love, is so unique
And when we touch, I'm shivering
And no one has to get it
Just you and me
(right)
Cause we're just living
Between the sheets
(you said)

[Machine Gun Kelly & Camila Cabello:]
I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever
Like I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

[Camila Cabello (Machine Gun Kelly):]
Oh, baby
Am I out of my head?
(am I?)
Am I out of my mind?
(am I?)
If you only knew the bad things I like
(if you only knew)
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say, it's complicated (yeah)
Don't matter what you say
Don't matter what you do (do, do)
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it (so good)
Oh, baby!
What can I say, it's complicated

Rehab lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Yeah
Can we please start over, now that we're both sober?
Even though, that won't last long
I swear this love is a sad song
I spend my nights at the strip club
I pay them girls just to get love
I pay them to lie to me
One of them girls gave her line to me
I spent my night at the strip club
I pay them girls just to get love
I pay them to lie to me
Girl I can't even lie

What do you see, when you look at me?
Don't cover my scars, let them bleed
Tell me, is this how it's supposed to be?
Well then, I'm so, I'm so happy

And we don't need rehab
We don't need rehab
We don't need rehab
We don't need rehab
We don't need rehab

Would you be happy if I let you go?
Even if the highs feel low
Even if you couldn't sleep because you couldn't feel me underneath the covers when your eyes closed
I'm gettin' faded 'cause our love is faded
If I'm a monster then it's 'cause you made 'im
Beauty and the beast, now that's an ultimatum
Go with what you love, or follow what is gonna save you
Woah, I think we went somewhere we shouldn't go
Maybe it was Vodka, maybe it was blow
Maybe it was nothin', maybe it was both
Maybe it was the secrets I ain't want you to know
Maybe I wasn't leavin', maybe you made me go
Maybe there was a reason for our behavior tho
Maybe it was the pills or the house on the hills
Maybe it was the thrills, baby this love kills

What do you see, when you look at me?
Don't cover my scars, let them bleed
Tell me, is this how it's supposed to be?
Well then, I'm so, I'm so happy

And we don't need rehab
We don't need rehab
We don't need rehab
We don't need rehab
We don't need rehab

What do you see, when you look at me?
Don't cover my scars, let them bleed
Tell me, is this how it's supposed to be?
Well then, I'm so, I'm so happy

And we don't need rehab
We don't need rehab
We don't need rehab
We don't need rehab
We don't need rehab

Let You Go lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Since you left, I've been holding onto a memory
Since you walked out that door, yeah
And you said I changed and you're so damn sick of me
You're not mine anymore, 2 3 4

Woah, woah
She said you need to let me go
Woah, woah
She said I'd die for you, you're like my drug but I can't get high off you
You're not mine anymore

Ayy, I still remember what you wore on the first night
Still remember how that black dress had your curves right
Still remember smokin' just to calm my nerves
Till you had to leave and grabbed your purse, I grabbed first
Uh, it's no words, yeah, it's just her
Body against mine, makeup on my shirt
Lipstick on my neck, whiskey on my breath
Takin' pictures in the moment so we don't forget, yeah

Woah, woah
She said you need to let me go
Woah, woah
She said I'd die for you, you're like my drug but I can't get high off you
You're not mine anymore

And I can't be myself without you
I am not well
Okay, I said that before but
I need you now, yeah

Woah, woah
She said you need to let me go
Woah, woah
She said I'd die for you, you're like my drug but I can't get high off you
You're not mine anymore

Since you left, I've been holding onto a memory
Since you walked out that door
And you said I changed and you're so damn sick of me
You're not mine anymore

Woah, woah
She said you need to let me go
Woah, woah
She said I'd die for you, you're like my drug but I can't get high off you
You're not mine anymore

27 lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

And if I must go and die at 27
Then at least I know I died a legend
Now, will you roll and ride like we're together?
And keep the vibe alive inside forever
And feel me forever
They say I need to slow down, but I don't know how

Yeah
Real feelings from past dealings
When people counted me out 'til I grew up to count millions, uh
Like I guess it's good to be different, huh?
I'm a star so they sky isn't the limit, huh?
I'm living like it's my last day
Smoke as if there's not already 27 roaches in the ashtray
Smile as if no one hated at all
As if anyone understood anytime I evolved
Tell me what do you do when your dreams come true?
Buy a Bentley and look just like you?
How am I supposed to write a song when I'm famous
And all the pain is created?
I need to overdose on inspiration
27

Why don't you just go home?
Well, I can't right now, I'm a rolling stone

And if I must go, and fly away
And kiss my baby girl goodnight
And if this really is goodbye
Then let's set the city on fire
Can you take me higher?
Now, can you take me higher?
Now, can you take me higher?
Can you take me higher?

If I must go, die at 27
Then at least I know I died a legend
Will you roll and ride like we're together?
And keep the vibe alive forever
Keep the vibe alive forever
If I must go, die at 27
Then at least I know I died a legend
Will you roll and ride like we're together?
And keep the vibe alive forever
Keep the vibe alive forever

I let these words seep through my soul
And speak through the song
'Cause if one day, I'm no longer here in the physical
Then at least I give you my voice to listen to
What is a beautiful life without a beautiful death?
What is a beautiful mind, how is our beauty defined?
Is it for you to decide, is it my duty to die?
No matter how I'm a member, just let me be remembered
Kells
Yeah, forever young, though
Always be those crazy kids running wide-eyed down the boulevard
27, Bloom

The Break Up lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

I wish that I loved you
Or that I cared
Or that I even gave a damn if you were here
But you're gone, so it's fuck you
Bitch I'm a player
I am everything that you wanted but you're scared

Girl, I know you bought me a watch
You ain't get it back though
My name on the back though
I took the lock to the back door
And tucked the key under the mat though

I know you hate that
But you did some things that you can not take back
I need a change
Left a nickel for a dime, that is a payback
What you saying?
Bitch I'm over you and I ain't playing
Should've been a one night stand but
Here we go again

I wish that I loved you
Or that I cared
Or that I even gave a damn if you were here
But you're gone, so it's fuck you
I'm a player
I am everything that you wanted but you're scared
[x2]

Please never call me
Do not mention me in any stories
Do not show up at the homies' party
Come up to me and then say "I'm sorry"
Bitch you just a, you just a
Hold up let me stop
The Henny shots got the penny talk coming
I don't wanna have them thought running
Can't believe that I busted a nut on that stomach

What the fuck is wrong with you
I don't even get along with you
But the head was phenomenal
Used to do that in the car with you (haha true)
I used to travel around the world just for a rendezvous (come through)
Now I gotta get high just to deal with you, these are the chronicles

I wish that I loved you
Or that I cared (right, right)
Or that I even gave a damn if you were here
But you're gone, so it's fuck you
I'm a player
I am everything that you wanted but you're scared
[x4]

Habits lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Ay
Complicated
Frustrated
Underestimated
Can't sleep, mind racing
Hard to stay concentrated
Foreign towns, missing home
Please don't forget about me
Tell the story, all the glory
Fuck what they say about me
Some days I feel
So out of place with these fake people in my face
I cannot relate, yeah
Sometimes I feel
Like I create, and they just take everything I make
Turn around and then hate
Maybe I was living off expectations
Or I was born in the wrong generation
(That's probably it)
Meanwhile I'm crushing weed overseas
Hopefully tonight we'll find more
Long days on tour
Backstage getting boring
But step on stage and they roaring

I fell in love with a very bad habit
But I feel alive for the very first time

I don't wanna die
But I don't, I don't wanna hide
Or keep shit inside
I will not cry, so
I deal how I deal with it, deal with it
I am 13 hours clean and still counting
Save me from these day dreams about it
Under full moons, night swims, and tattoos
I cannot stand these fucking rules
I been sailing too long in cold water
Restrain me from these pills and more doctors
And erase me from this page and start over
I wanna start over

See
I fell in love with a very bad habit
I was alive for the very first time

You said goodbye when I was trying to say
”Something ain't right inside of me”
I wanna run away
(I want to run away, run away)
I don't wanna stay
(I don't wanna stay, I don't wanna stay) here
I wish you could relate
I'd wish upon a star- fuck that, leave it up to fate
We are who we are so don't judge me
Just 'cause it's hard to smile
Read between thin white lines
See what's in my mind

I feel in love with a very bad habit
But I was alive for the very first time
You said goodbye when I was trying to say
”Something ain't right inside of me”
I wanna run away, yeah
I don't wanna stay here

Life lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Hold up
Me and my dawgs so day one
You would think we didn't, grow up
Cause all they say
"The good die young, all the good don't last"
So what? I brought a record deal to the middle of the map
And I still, ain't blow up
Fuck fame, we don't need no one, me and my team pour up
All day roll up, celebratin' every day we don't spend poorer
Hesitation never get a closed mouth fed
Hesitation never booked a ten day tour, but I did, I did
And that was as a motherfucking kid, in the hood I was a young Brad Pitt
Cause I was that shit, and that's when I was hopping on the 19, grinding, plotting on this, so I need that pronto
Dreaming of the view on the top floor, three million views on a talk show
Now I'm finna tell the world who I talk for, this is for the ones
Riding around, smoking that dope
Riding around, smoking that dope
This is for the ones
High cause the flow so dope
High cause the flow so dope

If you been a real motherfucker your whole life
Live the hard-knock life and you can't pay bills, shit, that's all right
I feel that
But if you're gonna chill motherfucker, don't hold back, smoke up
And we can live a little bit, cause we ain't worried about shit
We ain't worried about shit

You ain't living this life though
You ain't living my life
You can't do it
You ain't living this life though
You ain't living my life
I've been through it
You ain't living this life though
You ain't living this life
You can't do it
You ain't living my life though
You ain't living my life
I've been through it

Let me talk
I remember you when you were just a teen
Battle rapping on 116th
Take the rapid to the square, I meet B
Posted in the trap with the shrimp for weeks
(What happened?)
I love you C-L-E, that's why I'm trying to take us to the T-O-P
I'm sick of seeing suckas busy, always trying to leech, lucky I ain't never charged a hundred fifty for a feat, cause
Everybody want some
Seen me on the television once, think I'm balling but really I ain't got none
Why you think I never changed?
Y'all don't get it
Tell me, how would you feel?
If you went back home and the love's all gone cause you always kept it too real
Tell them bum motherfuckers go and get it on your own
This is for the ones who stuck with your boy like glue
One time for the crew, the ones who'd never leave me for the loot, the ones who, if I need, gon' shoot
This is for the ones who smoking that dope
Riding around, smoking that dope
This is for the ones
High cause the flow so dope
High cause the flow so dope
Kells

If you been a real motherfucker your whole life
Live the hard-knock life and you can't pay bills, shit, that's all right
I feel that
But if you're gonna chill motherfucker, don't hold back, smoke up
And we can live a little bit, cause we ain't worried about shit
We ain't worried about shit

You ain't living this life though
You ain't living my life
You can't do it
You ain't living this life though
You ain't living my life
I've been through it
You ain't living this life though
You ain't living this life
You can't do it
You ain't living my life though
You ain't living my life
I've been through it

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Machine Gun Kelly"...

Ain't nobody love me as a broke motherfucker
When I was a youngin' from the O, motherfucker
See me on the come up, never spoke, motherfucker
Tell me how you figure that I owe motherfuckers
Now I think about them, man I own motherfuckers
I be charging twenty just to host motherfuckers
I was just with.. in the Ghost, motherfuckers
Y'all need to worry about your car notes, motherfuckers
Aye, can I live?
Maybe I could if everybody put one foot in my kicks
And realize I own this shit
Give me one good spliff, to the face
Put the city on my back like capes
Super OG in the papes, realEST motherfucker in the race
Young Kells, put the name to the face..

Till I Die: Part II lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, French Montana, Yo Gotti & Ray Cash)

[MGK & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
Awaitin' to die, oh, shit, I'm always on my mind
East 1999, nigga, St. Clair
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run

Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from

[MGK:]
The motherfuckin' land, get it straight
Boy, you will get scraped
Bitch, I'm from the motherfuckin' land of the apes
Get the fuck out my face (bitch)
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm blowin' strong
E'rywhere I go (e'rywhere I go), everyday, everybody know
In my hood, motherfuckers get it on

[Yo Gotti:]
Puttin' on for the city like Snowman
Cause in my city I don't snow, man
And that ain't no diss to Jeezy
Cause Jeezy know what's up, believe
That's my nigga back in Puerto Rico
'Fore the rap shit popped, we were talkin' kilos
Tell the Puerto Rican bitch centerfold the plug
Big bottle of numbers and we call him Nino
Yo, one ounce and a pound bag, I know I'm livin'
I'm a north Memphis nigga till I die, dawg
Yeah, motherfuck a suit and tie, dawg
We don't want our hats to the back with the five, dawg
Bang, put the plug on chill
Told 'em I ain't through yet, hell naw, I ain't retire, dawg
I just want a piece of mind, dawg
Why you hatin' on a nigga from the city? Lemme shine, dawg

[MGK:]
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on, puttin' on
E'rywhere I go, I'm puttin' on, puttin' on

[MGK & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from

[French Montana:]
Yo, I be drivin' all the foreign cars 'til the day I die
Fuckin' all the foreign hoes 'til the day I die
Went to hit the dealer, then a nigga drove it out
When 'em doors go up, all them panties fallin' down
Niggas ain't know me then, but 'em niggas know me know
When I pull up in the Benz, all the jewels drippin' down
I be fuckin' up arenas, all 'em hoes singin' now
I be fuckin' with them boys that lift you off the ground
I stand out, spent a hun'ed racks to put the band on it
Shawty bendin' it over, let me land on it
Grabbin' brown bags, Uncle Sam, homie
Got the pussy jumpin', dove a HAM on it
Young nigga goin' hard
If you talk about them cars, fuck y'all like the dealer
Now, I did it for my dawgs
I be smokin' out the jar like a dreadlock, haann

[Ray Cash:]
Ay, Bleed, keep puttin' on
I said keep puttin' on, Ray been puttin' on
See, I bossed wit' my mans wit' the plug, put 'em on
In the plug, put 'em on, yeah

Yeah, East Side for life
I'm a real Cleveland legend, I'm a ride 'til the day I die
Get high, bury me with my chrome .45
Now tell me, now tell me, do that sound familiar?
If you from Cleveland, you are la familia
If you get money one hundred, you know that we filmin' you

[MGK:]
Hold up, bitch, I'm from the land and y'all know that
Y'all never should have let me go back
Even when I didn't had no plaque
I was courtside in the Cavaliers throwback
I was over nineteen ridin' up Miles
Back when I was nineteen turnin' up wild
I was in the flats when the land slanged goals
Ridin' up Satchel when them boys slanged hoes
I was on the clear when L came down
Leavin' out of work, went to rap it downtown
I was in the club when they played "We Ball"
And I repped my hood and everybody started brawlin'
Back when I was sixteen, I was spittin' sixteen
Hoppin' up the Blue Line on 116
Tryin' to get my fifteen minutes of fame, shit changed
Now I'm on the big screen like...

[MGK & Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from East, East 1999, the 9999
Bitch, I'm from

Machine Gun Kelly other songs:

4th Coast Freestyle lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

[Intro:]
Ay dolph if I had to borrow this beat
My city need me real quick

[Verse:]
My bitches say I'm nasty than a mothafucka
I hit the jace thraxy than a mothafucka
Vintage frames classic than a mothafucka
Backseat of the uber ashin' like a mothafucka
I be high as Snoop, sippin' gin and juice
Get me drunk I'll stomp yo ass out in these diesel boots
In the streets tryin' to change me, but I can't do that
My city miss me so I booked a jet and flew back
Ay fuck yo questions what you askin' bout this mothafucka
It ain't no talkin' it's just action out this mothafucka
Talk bout Cleveland then we taxin' out this mothafucka
We get them Benjamins and Jacksons out that mothafucka
I went from one bedroom apartments to a mansion (whoa there)
I fuck my bitch and we listen to Marilyn Manson (whoa there)
They be tryin' figure out how I get all the grams
I say the plug is my mothafuckin' biggest fan
Blow some smoke up in the air, let them know we here
Let me make it clear, don't you ever mothafuckin' dare
Disrespect the youngest bosses up in here, this is not a game
I am just a player, I see all this tryin' take up my career
I need inspiration, I look in the mirror
Pablo Escobar with the yay, I don't sell it I just let'em play
I don't tell'em, they just know what's up
Clean the whole plate, let me fuck
Hit the range on a Sunday, I'm like Rambo with the K
Put some pictures of my haters on
Load them rounds up, let them spray
That's some fucked up shit to say
Oh well, I'm fucked up anyway
Few have the suite at the palms
Black suits like it's wedding day
We don't wife shit, we just pipe shit
EST dawg that's for life shit
I'm a livin' legend fuck the hype shit
I'm a livin' legend fuck the hype shit
I'm on my shit call a flight to the grammys
Like give me what you owe me
Lookin' like Cavaliers at the finals
I'm about to get the fuckin' trophy
Ride around the land with my top down
Just standin' on the bridge at my town
4th coast midwest represent (rep, rep)
We don't talk about it, we just rep the shit
Ride around the land with my top down
Just standin' on the bridge at my town
4th coast midwest represent (rep, rep)
We don't talk about it, we just rep the shit

[Outro:]
(I'm back bitch, Ay!)

Dopeman lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Dopeman
Dopeman
Fuck the police
JP Did This One

I just hung up with the dope man
He just pulled up in the O van
Piece in my pocket click clack
Bitch I don't trust nobody get back
My tempo is slurred
Twist that hash with my herb
Mix that soda and syrup
Holdin' my strap like The Purge
Undercovers is the undercovers
Run motherfucker run motherfucker
My homie Tone threw his 45 on the ground
Both got lost and they never get found
Cut through the park stay low, stay low
Hear the pitbulls bark there they go
I should've went to class this month
But I said fuck that I'm ghost, so
I just rolled up on the dope man
Ay, young gunna, OKAY

I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man

I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man

I just got a scale by the way
Shout out Patty Cake by the way
Told me never put a whole gram in a dime
Give 'em point seven and them fools be fine
But how you gon' sell by the way
You ain't got a clientele by the way
I'm a hit Tri-C with a couple packs
And if the motherfuckers sellin I'm a double back
Phone ringin more than the operator
And the dealers who deliver gettin all the paper
I spend Sunday trapping on Union
Serving my people like Communion
Can I front em a ten (No)
I am not a friend (No)
Give me money, take this (dope)
Can I get an amen?
Kells!

OKAY

I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man
I just pulled up on the dope man, dope man

I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man
I got my slang from the dope man
I always wanna hang with the dope man
I learned this game from the dope man
Everybody give it up for the dope man

We gotta make some money
It can help us out with a better car
Man fuck his son
You gotta better idea?
It's gonna be somethin' ya'know
We can get a job at Mcdonald's
Man we can't get no bitches smellin' like french fries
We can get fat bitches

Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman
Dopeman

Fire In The Booth (Freestyle) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Now there's a meaning to this thing called life
But you just gotta find it in this thing called strife
I wish I could rewind and show you this is all hype
Show you just because they stars doesn't mean they got stripes, for real though
But me, I got them verses that'll kill though
And me, I'm EST now that's a family I would kill for
Shout out to the fans who held me down before the deal though
And I can't forget my team, I pray one day we'll make a million, and blow it all
Cause when we die we ain't taking it wit us
Materials make a [?]
Now ain't that backwards we impressed by the fame in this era
My girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
She don't need an umbrella either just give her the ring
We don't need help, they the built the pyramids without a crane
Insane sometimes I feel we born without a brain
We only looking at the dollars, what we really need is change
I'm sayin, if that shit doesn't register, might as well get used to stealing singles out the register
Baby momma calling, she need 30 for a pedicure
Student loan collector blow your phone up on the regular
How we supposed to live baby? This isn't it baby
We supposed to have a condo and a crib baby
But you forgot the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they just remember the name
Kells...

Now go and get it homie
One thing for sure I know the block ain't gonna get it for me
Two thing's for certain, I ain't tryna let em [?]
And if they is just know I'm walking wit my pistol on me
This ain't that B shit or C shit, this is that D.O.D shit
That means Do or Die, cause ain't no you, if it's you and I
I ain't a gangster but I will be just to stay alive
I'm rollin' in the cut, staying high
Roll to the cinema and stay the night
My life's like TV with this daytime drama
All this Law and Order, a lot of comedy
And relationships like Tina and Ike, these bitches crazy
That's why I'm tellin' ya
Look up at the sky instead of staring at a cellular
You could be the greatest why would you wanna be regular?
Just know that your greatness comes from how they gon' remember ya
Not from how you spend baby, that isn't it baby
You ain't gotta have a condo or a crib baby
But now you know the first rule of the game
They don't remember riches, they just remember the name...

Kells
Rose from the ashes like a Phoenix
Rose, rose [?]
Got my weight up in my hood we call that triple-beamin'
Fuck introductions, skip the name and just call me Cleveland
Homie caught up at bail, tryna get out this precinct
Tell 'em we give 'em hell, funny I started preaching
And when I say I gotta respect the city you gon' believe it
Cause everybody left us and they know I'm never leaving
So I turn it up one time for the days standing on the corner
Talkin' shit and getting lifted, sippin' brews and Arizona
And when one time came through everybody gone except for me
I couldn't leave, I am a loner, with the mind of a stoner
And dreams of putting this game in a choker
And fuckin her till she pay me like Oprah
I'm not a hoper, I'm a knower
I'll voice in the forecast like Al Roker
So even if it pours, I am Noah, two oars
Two rowers, row us to two shores
I found promised land, now we lying on two floors
One for the fam, the other for two whores
Fuck two minutes, I did this in two chords, of course
I'm too versatile for a chorus
I'm done too many tours to be a tourist
Fuck the magazine, I am the Source
I am too bossed to be employed
More stories about your boy than Chuck Norris
Man, listen up!...

All I know, all I know
I am from the city where the grass don't grow
I am from the city in the middle of the map
Where half these motherfuckers that rap don't go
All I know, all I know
If I throw this cash then her ass get slow
But I am from the city where the cash don't blow
So I came up for myself and smash that ho
Smash that ho, smash that ho
Treat her like a bop it and I pass that ho
And I ain't saying nothing that my fans don't know
I'm an EST boy till the casket close
Six foot deep, six foot three
Eight motherfuckers in the SUV
Eight new states in a seven day week
Whole world laced up like some brand new sneaks
And they know I'm gonna raise till I'm face up
Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up
Damn these EST boy's done came up
Dirty ass Chucks and a bad bitch lace up...
[?]

Just What I Am (Remix) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

9:56 AM
Roll the windows down
Let the smoke out, aye

Wake and bitch

Aye, I'm just what you made, God
I been high as fuck
Since me and my home boy a rhyme
Was in town with city tryna catch that bus
We out chere what you mean?
Back in shaker, baggin' tree
Baby mama call from the college
Said them kids wanna pay the fee
I'm up early in the morning
Smoke in public, my trap is jumpin'
I made two hundred, that count for somethin'
I pull up get them lil Debbie muffins
I'm out chere on my daughter
Whiskey, weed, and water
Just beat that misdemeanor last week
Need more money for the lawyer
I need new carpet at the crib
God damn this roach is where I live
So dope, put some groceries in the fridge
Young man, just hope that God forgives
Fast forward, old hoes knockin' on my door
Askin' where do I be at now
Smokin' loud on my tour bus
Famous bitch in my back lounge
I done blew up past rap now
And it feel good bitch I'm from the hood
So I lived a life I that I should you, hoe
Get the shit understood you, hoe
Came in this shit as a kid, you know
I ain't Cudi, but that's the buddy
We in couch party talkin' Cobain
Smokin' hella J's out in London
No beef at 16, I had no chips at 16
Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom
Diamond Cleveland championship rings
We need all of them big things
Just cause we deserve it
Just cause the ones who fucked me over
All need to see if it was worth it
Damn, old homies switched up on me
Why am I not surprised?
Lookin' at me like I need to share the piece
When they weren't even there to make the pie
Man, that's why

Yeah, yeah
Fake friends. Fuck them, right though
Ay fuck a fake friend, get high
And talk to God dawg motherfucker

Let me tell ya'll about my month ya'll
Codine in my blunts ya'll
Like why the fuck did I smoke the shit?
Fell asleep and never woke up from it
But whatever, that man ain't wearin' my denim pants
And these long, long nights on all this cocaine
Ain't working man
So, what am I to do
When the game is so fake and I am true
And my city just got the W
And the number one spot is vacant too
And I think my foot might fit the shoe
And I think my glasses look a fool
And I know my daughter so proud
Tell the kids my daddy got a pool
And I can't stop smilin' at the crib
I can't stop frownin' out in public
I got this paparazzi on me
Or see these rappers actin' funny
I see them stealin' what I did
I see them pimpin' out the culture
I heard the game missed the kid
Dear hip-hop this what I wrote y'all
Just what I am

Young kells in this motherfucker
Young gun in this motherfucker blam, aye
For my city though, for the game
EST. That is me, huh, hold up that is we, aye
Double X, aye,
We the best, aye
Bake boulevard going crazy though
Red lights motherfucker, white smoke, ha ha

LA Leakers Freestyle #013 lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Look, you wanna know who's in my top ten
Me, me, me and me again
Run and tell them that it ain't pretend
No fake news, CNN
Run and tell them that I lay the pipe
All my exes still sprung
That must mean the double X's on my chest ain't the only thing huh
What did I do to deserve this?
I can tell you if you listen
The difference is you a gimmick, I earned this
Someone give me some detergent
I just came out of the mud
Wipe my sneakers on the rug
No ID's for the club
No idea where the stash is, hidden pocket for the drugs
Tell the police suck my dick like sluts
I will not budge
Nor will I trust, I am rich like Russ
I used to grab my daughter from her mothers house on 112th and Dove
They tried to kill me in my dads truck
I had a 40 in my pants tucked
You know I am from the land of
Young killers, no manners
Put the purple in the fantas
Eyes red like Santas
And now a driver pulls the van up
Now they watchin me wit cameras
Had to shut down the campus
All the way to Los Angeles
See ya'll got me on some trash
Got me speakin on the past
Like I wasn't on a private jet with Dan Gilbert gettin Kyrie at the draft
Like I wasn't shining on my XXL freshman class
Like I needed these collabs
Just to get these plaques
No, I got plenty of 'em
Man I'm solo on many of 'em
Y'all know I changed rap
Live shows I changed that
Mosh pits since way back
My guitar, I play that
Ya'll witnessing a rock star kissin on a pop star
Power, I bloom, no flower
Swisher sweet full of sour
That's a juxstaposition
Shut the fuck up and listen
Just to meet me in the present is a present
Meet me for dinner at seven, a celebration is in order
Book me a table at Beauty & Essex
I don't need the menu neither
Bring me some Yellow Tail and tequila
Used to eat Taco Bell every evening
That's what the fuck I was doing in Cleveland
Aye, worth the wait
Third album on the way, y'all know I slay
I shotgun pump, I don't pump brakes
I'm my favorite rapper alive since my favorite rapper banned me from Shade 45
I wonder, what now?
It's the Gunna (click clack, keep going?)
Look, ya'll don't gotta hear shit
Ask anybody in the 216 if my name rings bells in them bricks
Everybody know who that is
So what you hate boy, you late boy
You ain't heard about that great boy
The 3 letter name caucase boy
Used to live right there up the way boy
Man you heard about him, said the name
Saw the iTunes and clicked to play
You liked the shit and then bought the shit
And put 'em on a playlist right next to Jay
Yo girl saw me and I signed her tits
Disappeared, you couldn't find the bitch
And your heart stopped, you know what time it is
Aye her man called me like
Be humble, not now
It's the Gunner, need my crown
Gimme that

Till I Die (Cavs Remix) lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Boy, I'm from The Land, till I die (till I die) till I die
On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die
Rockin' out Wine and Gold till I die (till I die) till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, yeah

Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on

What you on?
Steppin' on the court like 23
I was made for the game like Kyrie
Representin' for the city, yeah I be
In the land, yeah that's where you gonna find me
Courtside at the Q in the floor seat, uh
Erry'body in the team eatin'
Green meals, y'all know it's the Green Season
Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eatin'
Whippin' with the hot sauce like I'm street leaguin', And-1 doe
On the flo' goin' up, doe
3 points to the dunk doe, me and Shump doe
My city, my city
Been turned up from the jump tho

Boy, I'm from The Land, till I die (till I die) till I die
On the East Side till I die (till I die) till I die
Rockin' out Wine and Gold till I die (till I die) till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die, CLE till I die, ho

Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on, puttin' on
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on
Puttin' on

Young Man lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Chief Keef

Sosa baby
Reportin' live from the GLO pad
Gang in this bitch
You know how we rockin', cut off stockings
Kush in my pocket nigga all designer
Get yo' girl number
Get ready for the turned up ha ha
Smack the shit outta him
Smack the shit outta him

[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)

[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure
They call me a savage (they call me a savage)
I be doin' damage (I be doin' damage)
Smokin' with your bitch (smokin', smokin', smokin')
Posin' for the camera, I look like a model (fuck it)
Jamo out the bottle (fuck it)
40 in the glove box, that shit fill you up with hollows (boom)

[Chief Keef:]
Where the smokes at?
Roll it, roll it, roll it
Cash in a bag
I hold it, hold it, hold it
Niggas hatin' on me
I know it, know it, know it
Got a pint of the narcotics
You know I'mma pour it, pour it, pour it

[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)

[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Bitch I pop top on your block on the west side feelin' like Pac
Bandana swing out my pocket
Middle finger up motherfuck cops
Catch me in the land with the hat back
Matte black Range Rove', pistol where the lap at.
OZ in the backpack, 26 years old, more hoes than the rat pack

Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure

This is for the motherfuckers who ain't livin' by the rules
This is for my youngins' out here finna act a motherfucking fool
I'm forever young blue and red pills feeling like the Matrix
You know where I'm from, don't nobody ask for nothin' we just take it

[Machine Gun Kelly & Chief Keef:]
Young man, young man (always stay down for your bros)
Young man, young man (don't you ever break the code)
Young man, young man (don't get caught up in these hoes)
Young man, young man (go live that life that you suppose to)

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)

"General Admission" (2015)



Spotlight lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Lzzy Hale)

Feel this...
For all that it's worth
To live in the spotlight...

What if life was simple as a hug?
What if my partner wasn't crippled from a drug?
What if my other homie never caught a slug?
What if our parents actually gave a fuck?
Another black suit, another black suit
Police happy to see another black shoot
His mother's make up smearing on my arms,
Crying cause' I'm the only son that she's got now that he's gone
What if the ghetto never heard an instrumental?
And we didn't have this rap shit all we had was metal?
You telling me if we couldn't shoot a ball
Our lives still got shooting involved?
And what if I never left out of Denver that winter for new beginnings
My father started his business and traded family for riches?
You telling me that my auntie will still have a house to live in
And JoJo wouldn't be writing me from prison?
But fuck it this is life
Deal with it or get dealt with
I'm in my room smoking alone like I'm selfish
Cause' some days the sun's hard to face
Dad turns his son wears his face
But look closer see the heart of a lion
Sticks and stones couldn't damage my bones harder then iron
170 pounds with the walk of a giant
So defiant I pop a Valium, turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume

[Hook:]
For all that it's worth
To live in the spotlight
All of my demons come to life
And all that it was
And all that it could be
Is lost in the darkness of the night
Why should I die?
(to live in the spotlight)
Why should I kill myself for you?
You'd let me die?
(to live in the spotlight)
You'd let me die inside for you...

Look
What if money wasn't part of success?
Would the people I used to be friends with never left?
What if making a name didn't come with regrets?
I think that fame's a pre-cursor to death:
Death of a friendship
Death of a family
Death of a man
The misunderstood are always dead before 'they' understand
Staring at ceiling fans,
Chop up milligrams
Draw a pentagram
Lucifer's not a rumor he's in the band, (damn)
Liquor and vomit on my Converse
Bright lights and packed concerts
And right next to the gun that's on my dresser are plastic orange bottles of
Peer pressure
And I'm ready to cave
I live in a cage
How can I be a hero when I'm the one needing saved
48 days of this fast lane living
Me and my entourage no Jeremy Piven, listen
It's better to burn out then fade away is what Kurt said
I felt the same until I saw his daughter and thought as a father
What if tomorrow; the only I could spoil her was dying?
Started crying then popped a valium turned up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume
Turn up the volume

[Hook:]
For all that it's worth
To live in the spotlight
All of my demons come to life
And all that it was
And all that it could be
Is lost in the darkness of the night
Why should I die?
(to live in the spotlight)
Why should I kill myself for you?
You'd let me die?
(to live in the spotlight)
You'd let me die inside for you...

So what you do when the cop lights
Turn into a stage and a spotlight?
And everyone around you starts to hate cause you got right
And feel entitled like I'm supposed to stop living my life?
Well this ain't 2Pac
This ain't Em's show
This ain't Jigga man
This that Kells flow
This that C-town 19-double-X rep so
Welcome to my life here's a ticket to the next show, spotlight
Welcome to my life here's a ticket to the next show

Alpha Omega lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

We not askin mothafuckers to care about us
We just let mothafuckas know we coming
It's real, it's a real mothafuckin' movement
Whether you like it or not
We're supportin' a real mothafuckin' movement, man
It's cleveland man

I am the alpha omega, black flag swinger
Fuck a driveway I'm in airplane hangars
Me and my gang poppin' champagne like players
For all of them days with no lights and no cable
No one can save you, my city's fatal
Make it up out of it how can they hate you?
C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D's the greatest
I'll light this bitch up make it look like its Vegas
We on, mufucka we on
The first one to blow since Bone
Thinking back when I had a backpack full of fat raps
Didn't no one wanna hear my song
Mufucka y'all wrong, mufucka y'all wrong
Made it and I never left home
Where I'm from enemies bust off their shells like King Koopa
Roll through these streets come up gone like Bermuda
I'm just a boy in the hood like I'm Cuba
So soon as I moved out I bought me a Ruger
You come to my house you blow loud as a tuba
I bring your bitch here, she'll go down like a scuba
All of y'all shits out of style like a scooter
Put all of y'all shits in the ditch like a sewer
Make all of y'all bow like my name is Anubis
Talk out your medulla get hit with bazookas

[Hook:]
(Bitch!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(What?)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ahh!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ay!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega

If you ain't living your life then you're dead
And sleep is its cousin so I shot my bed
Paranoia got me using these meds
Now I'm Smokey as Chris on a Friday like Craig
Retract that statement, I'm stoney as Fred
Evacuate when my homies get mad
You better pray to your God for a blessing
Before they make your world look like Armageddon
Knew I was trouble since I was 11
Ripped up my jeans and I bought me a leather
My friends saw me as a King like Coretta
My dad saw his son as a nuisance, a rebel, and (ahh!)
My music sounds like the devil
Turn that shit off or get out of my temple
Right after that he'd go back to his Kettle One vodka
And drink it all up till he's mental
I have no issue, I am official
Let them come at me I practice Jiu Jitsu
Only fear two things with three letters dawg
That's G-O-D, God and my fucking initials
Doctors called up to the news to report to them what they discovered
Said I'm the first of a species that they call a real muthafucka, (Kells)
And I'm sorry if you get a lot of hits from all my followers
If you acknowledge us in any other way then positive
But you shouldn't be hollering or talking about Superman
When you're living in Metropolis
And if you follow astronomy I'm a Taurus
That means I don't give a fuck what you thought of me
I walk into an interview looking like a lobotomy
Flipping my middle finger at everybody who watching us, (uh)
Fuck that bring the beat back
Kill this instrumental leave the body where the reef at
Nah, fuck that where the keef at
Sprinkle a little bit on a quarter of my weed sack
Give me a minute I took a hit I'm tryna focus like astigmatism
My competition on my dick, they're like the zip on my denim
They want the heat I light em up like I put cigarettes in 'em
You bitch, what's your religion?
I wanna know what God you're seeing in a couple of seconds
I wanna see the criticism 'bout my lyricism
When I'm in your face rippin' this rhythm up like cannibalism
It's Kells

[Hook:]
(Bitch!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(What?)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ahh!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ay!)
I am the alpha, I am the omega

I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you saying?
EST run shit you better quit playing
They start a war if you mention my name
I'm the alpha omega
Beginning and end

Till I Die lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

One time for the city

[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm from the land, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
On the East Side Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
Bumping that Bone Thugs, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
In the hood, I'm good Till I Die
CLE Till I Die

[Hook 4x:]
Everywhere I go, I'm putting on
Putting on, putting on
Where you from?

Straight out of the motherfucking crib hoe
On 128th, me and Slim though
Dead broke, we was smoking mid bro
Baby mama holler "How we supposed to live though?"
Fuck that, beat the game up quick though
Everybody in the team eating
Green meals, green leaves with the green season
Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eating
Whipping with the hot sauce like I'm street leaguing
And 1 though
On the porch getting cut though
On 1st block with a blunt rolled
Me and Dub-O
My city, my city been turned up from the jump though

[Chorus]

[Hook 4x]

Y'all know, Y'all know
It's tatted up on all of my squad hoe
I rolled J's in a 12 inch Raw paper
Everyday I live life like Pablo
Y'all Know, y'all know
I'm tatted like I don't need jobs hoe
Nobody's gonna stop me from getting paper
Everyday I feel like El Chapo
I was getting high in the 6th grade
Throwing hands in the hall on the first day
Scared of one of my hoes getting knocked up
Snatching purses in the mall, getting locked up
Bitch, I needed paper, I needed paper
Dreaming of a penthouse and an elevator
The hood taught me don't talk, just walk my
Timbos on the curb by the stop sign
Kells

[Hook:]
East Side, West Side
Cleveland for life
East Side, West Side
Aye
Uptown to down the way, uptown to down the way
EC to The Heights all day, EC to The Heights all day

[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm from the land, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
On the East Side Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
Bumping that Bone Thugs, Till I Die (Till I Die)
Till I Die
In the hood, I'm good Till I Die
EST Till I Die

Eddie Cane lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

City of Cleveland man, it's wild man
You know a lot of dudes that get money and it's violence
You know what I'm saying?
I'm part of that product I got 17 and half I've been down for two
Don't call me tase, my name's paper chase, you can call me that
Cause you know I'm known to do my thang in the city of Cleveland
Do a little homework on the hood you know what I'm talkin about

Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane
Five Heart Beats left
My homie off of Eddie Road
He thinks he’s a damn chef
Everybody schemed out
Don’t nobody wanna work
I was with him last week
Now I got his name on my damn shirt, (R.I.P.)
Everybody pourin’ liquor
My partner out he beat a case
Took a piss on the fed building
Told them motherfuckers free Chase!
Them boys in the rear view
So now I’m going 25
If they catch my homie in the shot gun, ridin’ with a shot gun
They gon’ give him twenty-five
I’m tryna be responsible
I know they heard I got a deal
They shot the dice game up for five dollars
What they fuck you think they doin’ for a couple mill?
I gotta keep my eyes open
But this weed got me feelin’ heavy
Just like the pistol in my pants
Hate to have it but these mufuckas petty

(In my hood)
All my mufuckas ready
I be rollin’ presidential like Teddy
I might hit the strip club and break a fuckin’ levy
In honor of every hustler that’s locked up in a celly
Fuck it, I might buy the Q Arena for a week and sell it out
Fuck it, I might buy a kilo for the hood and fix the drought
Fuck it, I’ma hold the city on my back when y’all don’t
Come to Cleveland I can get you what you want

(In my hood)
Rappers aren't doin’ shows
Man half them mufuckas hoes (true)
If you got a problem call me
In the land I am big bro
Young man, but I’m standin’ at 6’4”
And SixFo, that’s my man from the east coast
Midwest muthafuckas known to hold dope
85 state side, ATL knows

(In my hood)
It’s clucks at the bus stop
Our billboards got mugshots
Top ten most wanted
And streets where them houses look haunted, (bando)
I told my youngin, “you can make it if you want it”
He looked at me and asked if I saw it coming
I told him that all them summers I was in the basement
I knew I was gonna make it and you couldn’t tell me nothing
(In my hood)

Bad Mother Fucker lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Kid Rock)

[Hook:]
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother fucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother (fucker)
'Til the (day)
I (die)

I'm a Bad Brains, Bruce Wayne in the fast lane
Couple Js in the ash tray, style motherfucker
Tattoo'd back, man see the rap name
Take a bath in the champagne, wild motherfucker
Straight from the block, dawg, ducking shots walking to the store
Dollar for a Black & Mild, motherfucker
Blew up as a rockstar so I'm top floor
Throwing drinks on a cop car, foul motherfucker
The only number calling up my phone
Is from my dealer, swear that dude won't leave me alone
Cause he know when I pick up, I'ma cop a couple zones
And my girl know I ain't fuckin' 'til she roll me up a cone
I be keeping freaks in the home, yeah
Apollonia
Gold teeth like the Nolia
Keep 'em on, yeah
I be rolling stoned, yeah
I should be on the cover with my middle finger
Screaming, "I'm a bad motherfucker"

[Hook:]
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother fucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother (fucker)
'Til the (day)
I (die)

Kid Rock, that's a bad motherfucker
Young Kells, that's a bad motherfucker (oh shit)
Detroit, y'all some bad motherfuckers
Cleveland, y'all some bad motherfuckers
Okay I'm reaching in my pocket
Got a condom and a hundred dollar bill (uh)
I can snort a rock or I can spend it on a pill (uh)
I be with some models that just flew in from Brazil
And they give me pussy 365 days a year (bitch)
I'm the type to never go to sleep
I'm the type to break a couple motherfuckers' teeth
I'm the type to drop a hit of acid on the beach
And fly to Baltimore and scream, "Fuck the police!"
Do not get it twisted, this is not an image
There are legends told about the nights I'm in the buildings
It is not a question whether or not I'm the trillest
Every bitch is pressing me to get some cum on their acrylics
1.5 million for my record deal and now I got the feeling
I could finally give a fuck about my parents' marriage healing (fuck 'em)
I'ma buy some mirrors just to put them on the ceiling
So when I wake up I see the realest motherfucker breathing

[Hook:]
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad mother fucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Tryna follow orders, just gone and be free
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'til the day I die
Yeah, bad (bad)
Mother (fucker)
'Til the (day)
I (die)

World Series lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Kells
Who the fuck wanna wit um
We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning
I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole Kidman
I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show business
We in the jungle with the guerrillas
We in the streets with the 4 wheelers
Don't speak I am no witness
You got beef put a end till you talk like long sentence period
Motherfucker I'm serious
Who's you're favorite rapper, I'm curious?
He ain't living out them words
He ain't used machine gun burst in the trap cause his ass got murked
I'm talking in the 3rd
I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the burgh
You talking to a Cleveland motherfucker in the first
So you better not get on my nerves, biatch
I need herb tho, keep me moving like turtle
Keep me seeing this purple
Keep it banging like Kirko
Work something, Twerk something
Bitch fuck me now she worth something
Gas tank on E, it worth nothing
Try to stunt on me the worst coming
Motherfuckers gonna need some plumbing I am the shit
I feel like eating something, feed my stomach,
give me a rapper, make it 100, fuck give em the hubble telescope, they couldn't see the younging
No, fuck it let em get a lil something, bring em to the block do a lil stuntin, that ain't nothing
Ery where I go I'm putting on I ain't bluffing, Ery where I go I'm putting on, Bitch I run it. Kells

[Hook:]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]

Picture me rich
Picture everybody wit a pic of me hangin on the wall like prince
Picture your favorite R&B singer lookin at a picture on her phone Of my big Ol dick
Picture me living like Biggie, the real Frank White I'm the king of my city
Picture all this starting out as a dream, staring at a picture of Martin Luther King, that's my reaction
Trying to make it happen from rapping. Trying to avoid me a casket Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping
My whole squad will turn to a fraction cause Tony Montana rite up the block from us tho, it's hard not to get caught up in its at all
Hard not to ball. Sales for yayo to jail then someone goes talk to the law
Please God tell me it ain't true, tell me name on that paper work ain't you
If you ain't snitching then why is you home,
stupid decision bitch better get gone, 3 in the morning,
I can't get rest so turn over pick up that 38 special,
you bust in my door, then I bust in your neck hoe 25 stranded on death row

[Hook:]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]

Oz. lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Early morning cutting corners
Rolling up this marijuana
Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it?
My cup holder filled with Tropicana
Couple grams of Aunt Jemima
In my hand like candid camera
Vibing to that Country Grammar
Pulling up to Grandma's
I smell bacon, eggs thats scrambled
Hoppin out then ol' boy ran up
My dog grabbed the mc hammer
*blammer* *blammer*
Make him dance
And watch him run up out their sandals,
But fuck all that where's my sandwich
Let's blaze up and change the channels
Look on TV and I see me
With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie
"Wild Boy" video on repeat
Only white boy on BET
EZ Widers + hydroponics
Roll one tall as Spike Lee
You ain't never seen a muthafucka do it like me
Kells

[Hook:]
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top

Rolling out, smoking up
Cleveland boys don’t give a fuck
1800 fill my cup
Being sober sucks
I'ma spend a hundred bucks on a Oz
Gotta call Big Chuck he the OG
And get a zone for the low cause I’m lil bro
Everybody on the Eastside know me
Westside get it cracking and the fact of the matter is
Whether I’m standing on Denison Ave or I'm in the Valley
I’m bringing a Grammy back to the city this is the anthem
Have P. Diddy on St. Clair dancing
Kells
Used to ride the RTA
$1.50 every meter
Food wasn’t guaranteed I stole my meals out of Arabica
Speakers blasting my own shit
Bow tie on the jet on my grown shit
Court side at the game with the owner
And sell the same arena out when I’m homesick
God damn I'm a fool
Couple hundred diamonds in the tooth
Couple hundred bitches in the pool
And out of a couple hundred rappers I am the truth
That's why I get a couple hundred when I’m in the booth
Still I keep that

[Hook:]
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top

I come straight from the bottom
No hot water for showers
Stole a jacket from Target
Gotta go to court in two hours
I’m at Dub's house on Way St.,
Swooped up Slim off of Harvard
Drove down Dove to see Casie
Let's take it back where we started
When I had that

[Hook:]
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Oz. in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top

Everyday lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

[Hook:]
I'm facing problems everyday
I can’t solve 'em everyday
They want the truth everyday
I’m being honest everyday
I wake up everyday
Smoke this blunt everyday
Go to work everyday
To make a buck everyday
This one for the boy who grew up
Trying to feed his family everyday
(Everyday, everyday, everyday)
This one for the girl who’s feeling lost
Because she's trying to find a way

This verse is for my
People on the grind
Going to sleep at 2
Clocking in at 9
Trying to go to school
That's why you’re at the job
Ask me what to do
When you’re reaching for the stars
Jump!
Everybody scared of a little change
Thats why I’m always looking out for the little things
You should never be ashamed of a little fame
Even Bill Gates back then had a little name
I’m just saying
Y’all know what it's like when them lights go off in the condo
Need a break from the bullshit pronto
Spend your last check on a trip to Chicago
And see your favorite band on the stage again
In your favorite shirt that you made for them
They play the song and you sang with them
Because music heals the soul
And that moment's there so take it in
Before you’re back in that place again
In the uniform that you hate again
Man this freedom for the world

[Hook:]
I'm facing problems everyday
I can’t solve 'em everyday
They want the truth everyday
I’m being honest everyday
I wake up everyday
Smoke this blunt everyday
Go to work everyday
To make a buck everyday
This one for the boy who grew up
Trying to feed his family everyday
(Everyday, everyday, everyday)
This one for the girl who’s feeling lost
Because she's trying to find a way
(find a way, find a way, find a way)

I can’t afford to go to jail
Moms' putting their houses up for bail
Court stressed me out
Thinking I need a better route
But all these hoes laugh when I’m ashy
And them boys rob if I’m flashy
And them older folks see my tattoos in their offices and low class me
Man I don’t know what I’m suppose to do
My family is not the Huxtables
I’m just trying to keep my life together
Without breaking all the rules
So I say like five prayers everyday
Until my sins wear away
Let that smoke in meditate
And just chill
Thinking about better days
No more late night belly aches
Use this food for thought everyday
So I will

[Hook:]
This one for the boy who grew up
Trying to feed his family everyday
(Everyday, everyday, everyday)
This one for the girl who’s feeling lost
Because she's trying to find a way
(find a way, find a way, find a way)
I'm facing problems everyday
I can’t solve 'em everyday
They want the truth everyday
I’m being honest everyday
I wake up everyday
Smoke this blunt everyday
Go to work everyday
To make a buck everyday

Daddy, you said you was gonna FaceTime me

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