Lyrics:
fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down
Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can battle
Gang scamming on jets
First class flight and I'm fresh
Dolce drip on my set
Kno I get bitches I'm hexed
Trying find out who ima fuck next
Sip
, I wanna like, taste you)
Getcha, getcha lips wet, 'cause it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man
around, always come back
For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back
Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm
A time
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
, I wanna like, taste you)
Getcha getcha lips wet 'cause it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man
little campground by the little sandy river and every time
I pass on by it I reminisce about my teens
I’d spend my summers by a fire catching catfish
and flip it kind of simple
Brothers say, "That's fat," and do it on the demo
From a demo to a promo now a hit on the radio
Next thing you know, they'll
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
by the punished shade
I keep the walking on the right side
But I won't judge the next who handles walking on the wrong
'Cause that's how he wants
Deadliest school shooting since Sandy Hook
On Valentine's Day yesterday in Florida, it tore legs
It's 5:30 AM, the news has been on since I've been
in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental
waste your life
Fight Back
What a waste of time
Oh yeah the ones that keep saying my product is Demo
My songs are polished, worked on by pros
Same
sexy grin gets less
Attractive by the minute
The planets in my head now
Rotate around the mind
The substance, the bug shit
All in my circumference
And I
you're bound to beat the stress
Nobody else around, so tell me what's next
And my bitch, she work hard, and she think smart
Man, I really think she might
Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces?
You better OD until you DOA
In a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we on
The next shit that we own and we don't
on my shoulder
That was different
The difference in fact is
Were simmering apart
Like we were specs of dust
On sandy beach
Carried by the wind
Moving
in it, you're coming with me
Bench warmers, get no playing time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental
fireplace
And all that by the next day... Great!
While you sit & wait, and contemplate
She's out to play her own game of Elimidate
And today, you're the next
fireplace
And all that by the next day... Great!
While you sit & wait, and contemplate
She's out to play her own game of Elimidate
And today, you're the next
by the punished shade
I keep the walking on the right side
But I won't judge the next who handles walking on the wrong
'Cause that's how he wants
show rust
Bitches in the studio
Rapping next to crow guts
Mama never knew her son
Had to grow up
Last time i seen you back in school
Damn you had a glow
made men
Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in
It be your girl in the parlor, talking like shit rich
And next to her, gettin' her nails
scene.
This original cover is a picture taken from a 2ndWorld
War propaganda picture book,
which in fact has been released inEngland at war time;
this
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