Machine Gun Kelly - Blue Skies Live At Park Ave Cds | Текст песни

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• Machine Gun Kelly
• Blue Skies Live At Park Ave Cds

Almost, to the top Almost Famous, shit ya'll know
Hesitation, don't get none
Still I'll go to the basement, put Vice City in the PlayStation
Get away from stress, keep j's rotating
Dab rings and a bad bitch naked, I just wanna live

What if I don't wanna work?
For a boss I don't get along with
Name tag on a shirt
I'd rather be at home doing bong rips
But I'm just being real
A lil irresponsible but I don't really give a fuck how you feel
Cause this ain't your life
This is on my shit, my shit
Don't worry about where I'm at, who I'm with
Commenting on the words that come from my lips
Bitch, please excuse my wrist
While I whip, whip, whip, whip
The car they said I couldn't get
With the all black leather on, looking like the Matrix
I am the one like 2 joints, 35 millimeter life view point
Everything is like a movie now a days
Speaking of I did a movie the other day, ay!
I just, I just, I just wanna know am I being modest?
Asking 50k a show, or do I need mo'?
For all of the years it was slow
For every show where no one would've showed
For driving 12 hours to perform in the cold
Getting to the do and being told no
Bitch I want all that back times ten
Say it again, bitch I want all that back times ten
Bitch I want all that back times ten
One more gain, bitch I want all that back times ten
So, pay up!

Look, never had a cent now I got a bent
I ain’t talkin Bentley’s, I’m talkin' a bitch
I got her bent over she bustin' them splits
Lookin' up at the star, I’m tellin' her make a wish
Hoes come around me tryna leave rich
But I give ‘em no shit so they leave pissed
Fuck ‘em, here's to the night, like Eve 6
My partner ain’t gotta put the dough in the deep dish
Mic check, can you hear me?
I’m loud as a symphony
Smoke in my lungs, I’m a chimney
Get it in your head like epiphanies
Realize I am Prince Akeem, I roll with the semi
So many repent me, part of ‘em resent me
They think I’m Lucifer, I think God blessed me
I was in hell while you rappers on Jet ski’s
How in the fuck can yo raps represent me?
I was on ten, now I’m on fifty
I just spent a hundred, tell ‘em roll it up quickly
I just got a hundred missed calls from the city
Keep it 100, everybody fuck wit me
Keep it 100, Kells, Keep it 100
Fuck ya’ll, you don’t know nothing
I keep it 3 thou like Andre
I done been an Outkast since I came up out mom's stomach
I been smoking weed since I was a fetus
Lil bad mothafucka, needed Baby Jesus
Tryna be a millionaire, where the fuck Regis?
Leaders of the new school and we all teachers
First lesson: blue skies, blue dream, red eyes and catch red eye
Fuck the real world, Kells

[Verse 2]
24/7 I’m putting in work
Came from the gutter, no stain on my shirt
You know the Land is where champions birthed
So I hold the title till I land in the dirt
Motorcycles, auto-rifles, and purp
Overnight they think I tripled my worth
Gotta stay ready, these haters will lurk
But this ain’t what you want, now I’m feelin like Durk
(This ain’t what you want)
Sing that shit to ‘em like Gerald Levert
Couldn’t sleep on me with Ambien first
Let the kid nap like an Amber alert
Wake up and you know I had to get turnt
Bottle of Jameson matching my shirt
Back on the road, gotta pack up the merch
And I smoke so much tree that I damage the earth
Yeah, EST runs shit
Don’t make me get on my young shit
Don’t get me talking that gun shit
Don’t make me turn this whole thing to a function
Don’t make assumptions
I’m from the C, I ain’t talkin bout Compton
I’m from the 6, I ain’t talkin Toronto
Bitch I’m from Cleveland, you know the motto
I’m the city’s Lucky Luciano, the gunner!

Who remembers trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
Who remembers sneaking into liquor stores tryna get bent
Who remembers stealing every album out of pops old car?
And listening to those growning up tryna be a rock star
Back in the days b-back in the days backpack full of Andres
That's three stacks and the chronic no weight
More like three dollars and a 2pac safe
Principal calling my dad, Colson isn't showin up to class
Colson got into a fight your son isn't gonna pass
Well your damn right my books were in the trash
I was at Sharks playing guitar with the band, jam
Pretend like we were playing for some fans
Go to chance like we were paying for some bands, ran
Security caught us we got banned now dad's at home
Drunk waiting with heavy hands bam
So I ran away with whatever CD it was that I was gonna play
Music always had my back when its just me in the dark
Fell asleep on the slide in the park wake up

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Today I took four shots
Leaned out my window and pissed on four cops
Noise complaints everyday knock knock
But I'm busy with four porn stars on my cock
Busy damagin hotels and gift shops
Quick to shoplift take a wrist watch
Put me on a stage at a show and I mosh
I done shaved so much blow that I rock
[?] seem like every morning my lawyer is on the phone
Talkin bout another fight or another case from another night
Where the dude backstage at a place upstate but I'm done with it
My life have fun with it call my little brother up tell him get the drums hittin'
Tell the rest of the band to plug up and yell to the rest of these bands to shut up
Mic check 1, 2 if you don't like me than check your IQ
Cause I ain't dumb my mind is just numb from all the substance inside that I've done
I had to try some meanwhile I'm young though in the strip club with all of my ones
But you don't want to live my life I'm just telling you about the highlights, Kells

I’ma thoed ass, blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass
Rich muhfucka, wit no class
Bitch I’m from the land, you don’t wanna go there
Bitch you talkin grams, I be smokin’ O’s, yeah
Hotbox whip, I don’t need the Ozium
I ain’t hiding my shit, I’m a fuckin grown man
If the cops come, then oh well, uh huh
I’m still smoking my Blu Cantrell
Yeah, I might fuck around and blow a zip
Have both my lungs like oh shit
I’ma show them how a Cleveland muhfucka do
Bitch, went straight to the league from the public school
Shit, ya’ll know it’s no struggle, no progress
Hmmm, so I told the bitch work, go topless
Church, I’m a muhfuckin asshole
Tattooed to the sandals, fuck a bitch while I stand though
Burn a little wax, no candle
I’m buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro
They know I never try to hide like Camo
We in the mothafuckin field like Rambo
And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo
And drive that mothafucka straight to a bando
24/7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz, Lil Turk
Ay, I’m 25 gotta get turnt, I’m a young rockstar like Lil’ Kurt
Ay, 20 after 4 get burnt, everyday’s Friday no big one
30 more days till the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, bitch