Lyrics:
the blues for another song
Had to cut the ends loose, I was tripping on em
Nah I ain't stressing swear it's all gravy
Walking on air with the swoosh baby
Dumb
the effort
'Bout to get my Dean strong
My lean on
'Bout to get my scheme on
My mean thoughts
'Bout to get my theme song
Cuz he's raw
I said it then you know I
on the deck, nigga
These songs are a response to a distress signal
From my adolescence
Well kid, you guessed it
Nobody else heard you
But don't sweat it
Everyone
the sickest nigga bout to land in Wuhan
Her name Su Han but she go by Susan
She keep stealing my shit I threw the deuce man
Got a dancer in Atlanta named
prosper
Sponsored by the sickest members
Bilderberg meetings with hidden agendas
Sent to injure and depopulate
Dumb us down from a spiritual and conscious
disturbing
Sickest fella, kids with lit endeavors, spit da quickest venom
Reparations deep up in my fathers name
African Sadaam Hussein
Dropping bombs, I'm
the party people ha ha see you later
[Repeat: x4]
Read my lips kid, the Typical Cat is sickest
If you think not redefine what your definition of 'is' is
Ruger Rell so shorty what it is
Put this burner on ya kid in the stroller by his bib
No MTV Cribs but I'll show you how I live
Couple pots on the stove
some style by taking glances
Red snapper, taken apart, put back together
Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!)
Same routine,
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
forever and always feature
You're the only part of me that I truly care about
So I carry out plans that are fair and round 'em out
You cross my mind again
plate
Have a house party, all night long
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-Raw, I'm in the dub so go and let a n**** bump
'Cause
plate
Have a house party, all night long
Iz u down is my theme song
Take yo thong off, put me on
T-Raw, I'm in the dub so go and let a nigga bump
'Cause
I'm sayin is this: you said she'd never do wrong
You met her at first, she did a dancin song
Said I'll stay with you forever and brighten your world
songs good, and getting better
We swallowed jewels, now we shittin treasure
Follow the rules, now we rich forever
Straight through the six, and better
We
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
a
Nigga know what nice is
I was 60 I have flow-itis
I like my weed green and my ho's dyke-ish
You know you like this
Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
party
Aint no point of me asking
Tryna get to know a nigga
All that noise a distraction
And all this poetry passion
I just write how I feel
Would you
the song blew
Motha Fuck you and your family
How the fuck could you dishonor me
By speaking dirt on me
Who gon save you
When Lucifer rise
16 under our
pictures and not want to throw up
(By the end of the song)
I could do parties and not wanna die at the moment you show up
(By the end of the end)
I could
passed by, y'all erased the virus and established the sickest of mindsets
Everything, the government's be giving you long as you obey
I said fuck that
This week, we are tackling the difficult topic of suicide
I don't even know if this is a song
Just some stuff I wrote about perspective
But to put it
Go the movie starts
"Sweet Emotion"'s playing in
The background
Kids are smoking weed with slater
Man he's such a class clown
All the cars are full
i trust my intuition
Reminiscing
Of a kid with premonitions
Of what I envisioned
To Cure my condition
A beats nutrition
A mic magician
Every song
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