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Americký rapper a herec Machine Gun Kelly, vlastním jménem Richard Colson Baker, se narodil 22. dubna 1990 v texaském Houstonu. Pseudonym Machine Gun Kelly (MSG) byl inspirován přezdívkou amerického gangstera z prohibiční éry George Celino...
Píseň: The Return
- Interpret:
- Machine Gun Kelly
- Album:
- Lace Up
And they say they know me 'The fuck outta here Only god knows what I been through man So if you wanna talk Get your facts straight first And if you really wanna know Let me ask you somethin Have you ever walked in the shoes of a giant? Or had to fill the position of a boss Before you were even a client? It's no wonder growin up under the roof of a tyrant That I would be the poster boy for defiance Now I'm the voice of the silence Fuck bein quiet I've seen 20 years worth of violence I'm tired It's a burden for me to open my eyelids Not an undercover cop But it's safe to say that I'm wired I can't even get a grip of my life with pliers I'm fucked up in the head Close my eyes cause I see demons 'round my bed So depressed open 'em up hoping I'm dead Thought the fame would make it better But it only fucked me over Never used to touch a bottle Now I'm hardly ever sober People wanna be my friend? But where the fuck were y'all when I was 10 Eleven and twelve gettin bullied And beat up in the gym I couldnt ever get a girl Now all a sudden I'm the man Students try to get back cool with me again Fuck em all Because guess where they gon' be When my records stop playin Gone with the wind Off of the records I'm saying That Kells fell off I knew it would happen Stop hatin Cuz a month ago you was all over my jock Sayin that I'm that motha fucka But now I'm whack motha fucka? My opinions changed but you cannot change facts motha fucka If you want bullet point than call me a gat motha fucka I lay my whole life out like a mat motha fucka And I've experienced some things that would stop you from meetin My schitzophrenic cousin tried to end my life while I'm sleeping My bummy unlce wanna call now that he sees me succeeding My momma left me for a teach I lost my dad to the preaching Half my friends are buried 6 feet All the rest in the precint Literally watched my grandmother die from diabetes I guess my prayers were answered When my aunt got cancer and beat it Now I wanna get her outta job Give her the garden of eden I did a lot of bad shit God got even But for the price I had to pay I wish I'd stop breathing My girl sat in the bath tub 8 hours bleedin Hearing the doctor tell us our childs heart stopped beating Fuck a million I wouldn't take a doller for a life But I will do what's in my heart And trade this dollar for a mic I wrote this song in hopes That it could help someone get through the night But no intentions of gettin paid I'm just doin what is right I do it for the fans No the real fans Who stuck wit me through the storm Cause they understand That there's a genuine pain Behind the words I'm sayin And they embrace me So I thank y'all for stayin Ain't it crazy? That passion is my achilles heel Either that or keepin it way to real But they don't know how it feels To feed off the energy of a crowd Step on stage and they get loud And dad, Imma make you proud I know we don't speak right now But I think turning new leaves what we need right now I love you And you may not see right now But I'm beggin for forgiveness I'm on my knees right now You saw your son as a dropout Stuck around when I ran Saw your son as a felon Now see your son as a man See your son be a father To a beautiful child Or just see your son dad See me smile Who woulda thought what started at the bottom Would someday grow From 3 people in the crowd Unpaid shows 6 people in the room 1 meal a day Another opening act where no one knows my name Saw the demos that I passed out Layin on the ground Saw the rappers I befriended copyin my style Saw opportunities passed While these fakes got rich Now I can't stop speedin Like my brakes ain't shit For 6 months I went through hell and back Right at the height of my success All of a sudden doctors said I couldn't rap I had a polyp on my vocal chords Left with a choice Stop now or possibly lose my voice But I woke up every mornin And recorded till my throat swelled shut Coughed blood up after every show Cause it hurt that much I went weeks without even saying a word to myself No health insurance so the bills piled up on the shelf Rap for my daughter and my fam And every single fan I pushed through it now I'm back for y'all again As for my competition This the begining of the end But right now this is my return Amen Kells And they say they know me 'The fuck outta here