Lyrics:
of breath
And the roof on the coupe had a sudden death
It got chopped like a guillotine, R-I-P
Ego up, but it go down in the 3
If we beef I wouldn't want
you, he need his Rogaine razor blade
Dancin' down ya center this the Soul Train
I'm from where you had to pick a
Side and then defend ya block
Where
it's all in my mind
Is this a dream or just how I'm designed
I gotta get away from the demon inside
Somebody help me
There's a demon inside
I can't tell
being dumb tonight
Ain't seen sun tonight (Sun is out, breh)
Sleeping by myself tonight (Wet pillow, bro)
Wanna go run tonight (Wanna run, bruh)
Kids
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he
Headed to the door bout
To see whats happenin'
So when we in the spot, yea
You know we clown peace up, A-town down
You know where I'm from
You know where
shit down
Soon as they cut my mic on
From the first bar down to the last syllable
Niggas that thought they were immortal
Find out they killable
Once I
many national parks
And reality's a million miles away
Near Streaky Bay I can be found
To watch a Cape Bauer sun go down down down
Near an album sleeve
Midst of the wind blowing around in a typhoon
Been around enough that I know what it might do
Keep to my form looking down from a white pew
Oddly poetic,
Listen to the tale I tell
a haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night
my path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open door
nobody never take him away
We hidden with this fame we got them all they strung like a puppet
We bring them down into the further leave them lost like they
like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda
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
friends
I’ll just bring around 3 of my friends
But not no MC friends
I’ll bring around a couple unknown
Guys from my ends
You hold mic, they hold leng
a Winnie-the-Pooh scarf as of yet
But I'm getting one so stay away from me
I'll spray three-eighths and I'm
Not even crazy not even lately
Feel so calm so you can't
rock back and forth
Pull the tablecloth to the sun, where it fell off
Cups and glass plates hit the floor and shattered
Three Blind Mice heard
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
was blind
I hit the L, then we yell out
"It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunt from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
to fit in will take me away from the mission
I'm not here to impress in my current condition
I'm in the lab cooking up cause I'm in the kitchen
After
They know they can't let nobody
Tell 'em they can't do it
They know they gotta lead the best version of themself
They know they can't get let down by
lend you a hand
Here in this quiet town
The first crop of hay is up
School let out and the sun beats down
Smoke billows from a Sunday train
That
away
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by the rope down at Cherokee Bend
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by
somebody new I thought I never would
Forget you for I thought then I never could
But time has taken all the pains away
Until now I'm down to hurtin' once
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