Lyrics:
looked in eyes
Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by another side
[Coolio]
I ain't
I am like a tree and every lyric is a timb
Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly
We are lemons
Doomed to start at the endin
With goodbyes keep pretendin
We'll share our last breath
We keep our weed in the kitchen
By our lame
High tide
Best time for swimming
Long nights
Dancing in the kitchen
You and I
Memories of midnight
The bridge lights
Are always gleaming
Late nights
the trap booming
Got that fish scale
Them birds are Patrick Ewing
100 pints in, 100 pints gone
100 packs in, 100 packs off
At the kitchen, standing
re outta sight... And for the people in Spain...who think
the French people are where its at... And for the people in Mongolia who always
wanted
MGK: What up guys, this is Machine Gun Kelly
In the city of fuckin' devils and angels
Here shooting my cover for Modeliste
Modeliste: We are excited
fuckin I'mma get on dawg
Now gimme five or six chickens I'mma flip those birds
Cook it up in momma kitchen, let me get folks serve
If a nigga catch me
the Dude
On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' R. Kelly
And right before I cut her, it was confessions from Usher
She ain't used to a thug, she love
my bush, spill it on your belly
Keepin' on the down-low just like R. Kelly
Unload my clip with the JB classics
Tou know that baby damn like they
business here
But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who
there's nothing on
And my high speed connection's monitored daily by the pentagon
These things are seldom what they seem
I'm not inclined to enjoy my
on Celly's
All right in front of the deli
Holly, Lilly, to Kelly all spent once on the telly
(And what else) and I got hella gear
My earring is nice
with a 40 clip extensions
No R.Kelly pull up in her ignition
Beat the pussy up, new edition
Put an opp on a tee if he fuck with me
getting to the bag got
Home Base
When you’re up on your pedestal, they say the moon is omnipresent
When you’re down in a rut they say, the blues are self-evident
When you
in pain, nothing less
Pills in, zoned out, right plan, wrong route
Opportunity present itself in the kitchen
Guarantee he shows what he's bout
And I could sit here all evening and think of the reasons
Why you are not by my side
Instead I'll go to the kitchen, find a strong chair to sit in
the kitchen
Cause I found out
Where we are
On a piece of paper
In the pepper jar, in the pepper jar
I'm gonna love every day I'm livin'
Not gonna waste any
cupboards
Only to discover
That you only bring me down
All my inhibitions are taken by surprise
I'm still in your kitchen having the same fight
He who casts
it's rock paper scissors as to whether
i will get over you at all
it's hand against hand and both hands are mine
it's standing in a circular line
girl
Shes my digital girl
[Jamie]
My homies never seen
But I always got you right here for me
Tucked in my louis computer bag
Wherever you are I could
and spend the night at yo' house
Wake up by myself in bed 'cause you be at the stove top
Walk inside the kitchen put my hands up, let me stop
Please excuse
we're bringing you some in-flight entertainment.
One of our first class passengers would like to sing you a song
inspired by one of our coach passengers.
back for Uranus
Tell your meal ticket
I thank him for the bacon
Rest assured
I'm one who ate it
In the kitchen naked
I'm the reason for the sexy
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