Lyrics:
I live fo'
For every J I smoke I fuck a bitch
I'm a nympho
I wouldn't trade this for a million bucks
My best friends, my blunts, and my chucks
What's
the Hollywood Heathen
Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't see a demon
If they slide left slide right we ah bleed him
Walk down go and walk down they in my
do this honky tonkin' fool
One favor when I die
Roll away my tombstone
Put this jukebox in its place
Make damned sure 'Your Cheatin' Heart'
Is
spiteful, what makes it delightful is all my not caring authentic now
'Cuz this isn't love, that was lust with a twist but admit that it had the aesthetic
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
slept so I wrote this in my time
I wanna spend some time with you
Be with you, that's all I wanna do
I wanna live my life with you
Haven’t had someone,
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
me can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Why all get none of this dough shit why all fiends stay ill
Money
the docks
VVS rocks, all in my watch
Real trap nigga, bitch this is where I'm hot
Fucked your bitch and her friend on a yacht
Cartiers on, finger
Live by the pen die by my pen now.
Leaders of the old world,
Facing disorder
They wine bout the way things are,
Scared of a new world order
sippin' slowly (Woah)
I showed this shit on live, unfinished, they told me to drop it (Woah)
Yeah, I told them that I'm Troppy, everywhere I go is
Is this what we call sanity? Our god has forsaken us
All these hot potatoes and these red tomatoes make a salad of this world
All these hot potatoes
calipers
Your house is a shoebox, I live in huge palaces
I don't feel anything, my heart's made of callouses
No Polo, No Golf, nah
I play nothing with
and the hail
This is our club, The Red Nightingale
I found her on the radio
She was talking in disguise
I write until the lights go out
I live by
don't recognize this chick but my niggas do
They was laughing with each other when she left the room
So I ask them about her and they started laughing
but heeyyy, we all live by the rules,
of the game we play
day to day, death is a possiablity
the way I play, feds stops you from killin' me
it's too hot
a dream
Streets was the hang out, every day kicked out
Caught by security telling us to get out
New route to the mall or my mom’s house
Girls would call
hearts
Got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard
Fuckin' wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharks
My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gocha
You're so contagious, I can't take it have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse
insanity
now always seem to,
be governed by this love we have
For twisting, twist, all our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound
For we all live
gas is draining away
We're down lads, came a cry, bow plunging from the sky
Three thousand horses silent as the ship began to die
The flares
gas is draining away
We're down lads, came a cry, bow plunging from the sky
Three thousand horses silent as the ship began to die
The flares
smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet songs (hey now), of melodies pure and true (Hey
shorty choosing
That nigga burnt out, out of bread
I can tell by how he moving
She seen the way I live my lifestyle
I ain't even have to prove it
It's
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