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Okay. Now they say home is where the hate Is. Pulling up, hi haters. I know I've been on a high hiatus. Caught up in the lights, I've been blinded by Las Vegas. Ain't it ironic, before I was twenty-one I put My future on the table and I won. See, they told me life's a gamble. Now this is my casino. Made sure my fellas good. Now I'm Robert De Niro. Sipping Clicquot with the girl that held me down From the beginning. My team throwing up L's, But it's funny 'cause we winning. A million talked down soon as I rose from The bottom, but opinions assholes now, Everybody got them. So they ask me why I Do it. I do it for the streets. Heard mama got out the crib. Man, I do it for the grease. Man, I do it for the five pack of Hanes white beats that I wore like every day To show my brand-new ink. Shit, I remember working jobs just so I could Hit the dance up. Never had a date, so I really didn't dance much. Went in by my own, so I just borrowed My dad's tux. Told him keep the loafers, kept It girly with my black Chucks. So keep watching the stars. But me, I wanna be them, and I just Beat the odds. I guess we could call it Even. 'Cause see the underdog went from flipping Patties at a Fuddruckers to living larger than a Motherfucker. Goddamn. Ooh wee. We got stories for days, man. For days. They just gotta listen. Hey, Slim. Oh, and if y'all don't know, that's like my Best friend right there. But anyway. It's safe to say we're on our way, man. About time, though. Shit. Hey, you remember when my dad kicked me out Like right after met and I showed up at Your house the next day with a U-Haul like, "Hey, you wanna move in with me?" Oh, matter fact, no, no, no. You remember the Time that we had those two girls over and Dub called like, "Yo, these dudes trying to jump Me up here at the If"? Oh, that's what We called the store across from our crib, The If, 'cause it was on 130 If. But anyway, though, man, we left the girls there Sitting with the door open, sprinted to the store Ready to fight, and this fool pulls like, "Ah, Got y'all. I was just playing." Damn, I still wanna whoop his ass for that Shit. No, no, no, no, matter fact, you remember When you wanted to buy your first keyboard, so We went and gathered up spare change like every Day and walked into that bank with that heavy Ass bag of nickels, and they were looking at Us like, "Man, what the fuck?" We too grounded to be Hollywood, man. This about as Hollywood as I'm gonna get. Peep this. Hold up. I, okay, I heard they want the classics. My life's a movie like The Truman Show without The cameras. They look at us like we a Couple boys in the hood. Hood. Throw brothers to the end like them boys In the wood. So I light it up for Them Friday night lights with the team. And The Notebook holdin' my Requiem for a Dream. I was super bad in the class, I just Dazed off. So I played sick and lived Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Back in Cooley High, students Used nickname us the Goonies. Every night we blacked out. Shit, they shoulda called us roofies. Get out of bed half-baked, roll another doobie. So many snacks up in my house, they call The crib Scooby. Blowing ooey, man, I swear this as good as It gets. Yeah. Godfather told me keep doing that Music shit. He said your piece of the American Pie is waiting. From the bottom to the top, Almost Famous. Kels.
Machine Gun Kelly — On My Way
«On My Way» — Machine Gun Kelly. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:11. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
