Текст Machine Gun Kelly – On My Way

Okay, now they say home is where the hate is.
Pulling up high haters.
I know, I’ve been on a hiatus, caught up in the lights, I’ve been blinded by Las Vegas.
Ain’t it ironic? Before I was 21 I put my future on the table and I won

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 greeds,
Man, I do it for the five pack of Haines wife beats
That I wore like everyday to show off my brand new ink
Shit I remember working jobs so I just can hit the dance up,
Never had a date, so I really didn’t dance much.
Couldn’t buy my own, so I just borrowed my dad’s tux,
Told him keep the loafers, kept it gully with my black chucks.
So we could keep watching the stars, but me, I wanna be ’em
And I just beat the odds, guess we can call it even
‘Cause he the underdog went from flipping patties at a Fuddruckers
To living lavish than a motherfucker, God damn.

Hold up
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’re a couple boys in the hood,
Four brothers to the end like them boys in the wood.
So I light it up for the Friday night lights with the team
And a notebook, call it Requiem for a dream.
I was super bad in the class, I just dazed off,
So I play sick and lived Ferris Bueller’s day off.