Lyrics:
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
I'll sit front row
I'm down to see how things unfold
Want you, that's one thing I know
To love you right I gotta give it up
Give it up, give it up, give
and Tyson supporters from BK
Pac and Suge sat in the front row
Money's on the line, so you know thats more money for death row
Fight finished in a flash,
leap
From life in the nose-bleeds to sitting front row seats
I've been getting no sleep, I'm dosing in hopes can go
Deep enough to save me from myself
Why people got time to be all these making jokes
Or be feeding lies shove it down people throats
I be sitting front row in my own damn boat
Real name
of ovine obedience adherents...
I experienced a live concert in Budapest, an odd 2 part presentation of Richard Strauss, followed by Bela Bartok.
some enlightenment
Just go fix your teeth
I want a salary wage
And a house down by the beach
I want a romantic spark
I want emotional buzz
I'm just
curfew wORD UP!
There's a special kind of girl
That goes to my shows
And I don't mean the groupie hoes
All along the front row
She's more like
Daddy's been a back-row Baptist
With his share of front-row sin
His Saturday night still on his breath
Every Sunday when he'd walk in
He's never
Daddy's been a back-row Baptist
With his share of front-row sin
His Saturday night still on his breath
Every Sunday when he'd walk in
He's never
cribs (one time)
Two times if you know what it's like to fuckin' live (two times)
Three times in a row you've been late on the rent (three)
Four times
to
Watches, chain, front row at the game
Sold out arena, all screamin' my name, c'mon!
"Hola Hovito!" Yeah, yeah "Hola Hovito!"
Yeah that's what they
Gangsta shit
USA, right?
Germany-bound
For all you suckers out there
Kurupt Young Gotti
Dogg Pound Gangstas front-liner
Kurupt Young Gotti
For
show
Live off skid row with jive-talking negros
He wear his beard like a frizzly-haired grizzly
And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is
show
Live off skid row with jive-talking negros
He wear his beard like a frizzly-haired grizzly
And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is
When you killing shit, on some winner shit
At the VMA's with the 30 on me
In the front row and who with the shit's
Cause these fuck niggas say they want
go
As the days go by I don't wanna say goodbye
We can sleep when we're dead better live it up tonight
Drink in my hand middle finger to the sky
I don't
they want me to be
They say, First Lady wear your church hat
Your sparkle dress
Expensive bag
Why won’t you sit in the front row
I’m not caught up in
Cos you're surrounded by the crowd
Always someone else around
I want 'em all to know
Yeah I want 'em all to know
They might be front row at the show
But
to the club and get a front row seat
Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch
See your fly now mami used to be a dirty bitch
Got all these hoes trying to ride your
industry is staring at me
A row away from Taylor, two away from Jay and B
Last night the skies turned purple and
Past lives in light tunnels
Light
in front of you
But you drive me all the time
You put evil in my mind
I used to sing and say my prayers
Live my life without a care
Now I have
tryna live the life our momma saw for us
Mr. Officer Mr. Officer
Please take the red beam off of us
We ain't tryna end up in a coffin bruh
We just tryna
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
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