Lyrics:
to all of my critics
Everything that I am
Yeah, my dream is simple be
A voice to the unheard
And change the game with every
Lyric wrote and every word
In
now
By the pounds, stop trying it now, I got my mind right nigga
It’s the return of
Class of ’89, bloodline SPC
I’m a lyrical train-wreck, spot-rocker
Slam dunk kind of flow
Shattered the glass in South Park but I
Was
Wake up early in the morning
I got you on my mind
Even a simple phone call would suit me just fine
Tears, tears and more tears
I can't help but
I struggled as a youth; almost fell behind
A statistic in the system was my frame of mind
Will I lead a simple life or live a life of crime
My
up and broken
Frightened and dazed
Lying on the table in this unfamiliar place
I'm greeted by a stranger, a man without a face
He said, "Son do
the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldn't get any greater
They leaving the park and hittin' the South Park
let it go
He made his mind up
In the park and at the station
He made his mind up
Yeah, he's gonna get it done
He made his mind up
Ooh yeah
and he dies
By a simple tattoo
I`ll be back again
When I land on my feet
I`ll stand up again
Kick up a fuss again, wouldn`t you
Well there
you tossed and turned my past to broken glass
I hate the way my fifteenth, sixteenth years were days of your class
I wanna look ahead and see a light
learned to sing with broken hearts
Welcomed diversity with open arms
Were living the dream but where'd it start
Brown was before King and Rosa Parks
My mind just keeps going with it
My mind just keeps going with it
My mind just keeps going with it
My mind just keeps going with it
I'm back from
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
to that
I want you in my arms with the cars passing by
Sitting on a park bench with the sun in the sky
You giving your heart and me giving mine
With
And then the sirens broke the day
In the park, in the park
Simple joys and humble pleasures at the dawning of oppression
After dark come the sparks
And your
choked back like a mouthful of broken glass
Shards of a past that can never be fixed
The punishment fits me anyway
I'm breaking, I'm screaming
I'm falling
the bar
Pain, scars and other faults
All by the bar
All by the bar
Girls, boys with broken hearts
All by the bar
All by the bar
Souls aimin' for the stars
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
And they lost their mind
Clash with warriors
On horses
And distort their spine
In glass emporiums
Smash porcelain and smoky chime
Masked in auditoriums
knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels
What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I'm
and broken glass
Pieced the mask together with torn out pieces of the past
Stitched the smile with surrender, it didn't take long
Before this body became
at
Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailer park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its
Yo, why can't I ignore The things I've never seen but known as happened before
My mind's trapped in a lore but I'm always asking for more
Three
Criminal individuals up in here
Wild like the theme park ride called The Buccaneer
Weed in the Tupperware, throw you off the upper tiers
Suweeee, I got all
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