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Artiste : MGK (Machine Gun Kelly)
Titre : BMXXing
Ayy, listen, let´s roll somethin´ up

Yeah, I´m tryna skate through life, so I been on my grind
Fifty-fifty chance I´ll land on my feet, and that´s fine

Life was always a gamble, so as long as I can readjust my bearings
I´ll be good for these street rides, no street signs
Followed my heart to where the sun in the east rise
Away from nights where all I could do was eat fries
Always been bipolar if I rewind
Footage throwin´ up middle fingers and a peace sign
Handlebars like I ride BMX
But I handle my emotions like I got PMS
´Cause growin´ up there wasn´t episodes on PBS
Explainin´ how to raise the children that got PTS
Not every life can be saved by the EMS
And there´s damage in my brain from these EMS
God knows it´s been a rough ride like DMX

We still pull up twenty deep like we BMF
Marriage ain´t the only promise you should keep ´til death
Loyalty is worth more than any degree of success
Yes, I would trade in every single one of my checks
Before I stop reppin´ this city on my Mitchell & Ness

Uh, in the nighttime havin´ daydreams like
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Didn´t have a lifeline, turnin´ eighteen like
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Probably should´ve flatlined, but I´m still fine like
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Even at the crash site, I can still fly like
(Da-da-da-da-da; yeah)

Summertime´s never really hit
Because I´ve been workin´ jobs since a little kid
Always been too tall, my clothes couldn´t fit
Closest I´ve been to havin´ dollars was listenin´ to 50 Cent
But with this pen, I´ve killed many men
I´m tryna go international from this minivan
The A/C broke, but still, let me vent
Bought a keyboard to make beats, but spent the rent
Forgot I had a blunt in my pocket, and now it´s bent
Probably stuck between my gun and a ball of lint
Wish I was a baller, but instead I´m on a bench
Stuck with memories of dad callin´ mom a bitch
Common sense knows I won´t be an athlete
And no girls gonna want me with this acne

Absorbin´ negative vibes, I´m attractin´
Started rappin´, and all of a sudden got a rap sheet
Last week in the cop car in the backseat
Watchin´ a familiar face that I knew pass me
Jealousy drainin´ my energy just like a gas leak
Actin´ like I´m Leo, if you all ask me, I am Great Gatsby, yeah

Uh, in the nighttime havin´ daydreams like
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Didn´t have a lifeline, turnin´ eighteen like
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Probably should´ve flatlined, but I´m still fine like
(Da-da-da-da-da; uh)
Even at the crash site, I can still fly like (BNYX)

Uh, uh, keep goin´ like da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, life sucks sometimes, fuck it, da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep goin´ like da-da-da-da-da
Mm-mm