Текст Machine Gun Kelly – Rapping On The Couch
Текст:
I haven’t wrote a song in a while,
I guess I’ve been down,
Guess I didn’t the have energy to pick a pen up
Shit, I barely have the energy to crack smiles,
I was barely gonna pass
With a flask full of Jack
And a book full a raps
And an ear full of laughs,
Similar to back when I barely had some money for the gas, ask
Pops if I can borrow the car today,
Someone asked me to be on a song today,
And they said I can do a couple shows with them
If I help them sell a couple of tickets at the mall today,
But hey,
I know you wanna see me keep a job,
Keep school first, blah blah blah,
But all I got, is this one shot,
And I’m taking it to the top
And if I don’t gotta load up another box,
In this Penske truck, fuck that,
‘Cuz next year the rent be up, fuck that,
And my bank is empty bruh, fuck that,
The world tryin’ to set me up, fuck that,
So I bounce back like jumping jacks,
Take a pull and see how my lungs react,
And I don’t give a fuck if it kills the brain,
‘Cuz reality itself is killing me Mayne
So I need an ounce of weed, and house for me
Everyday when I wake up,
Who loves to fuck and roll J’s up,
Fat ass with lil’ A cups,
You know just what I’m sayin’ ‘cuz
And I’m like fuck 15 minutes,
I’m trying to live infinite,
I don’t got a big yacht,
My legacy is all I got,
So I call 3 bitches and my dealer on the same cell
Told them to pull up to the something place hotel,
Felt like I had maids in the room
Girl cleanin’ dust off surface like brooms,
Shit, you know I gotta start my day off with a shot,
Cheese eggs in the middle of the pot,
Throw a little leather on the wrist
‘Bout four rings on the fists, bitch
Why I need a watch, it is always my time
Even back before the young man got signed
Even back before the mixtapes got heard,
I was in the streets, fuck being online,
And if you wanna turn up, we can turn up like a motherfucker
I pay 50 for a shot like fuck it
Small price when you keep it 100,
True thanks on the red carpet, get blunted,
Never changed for the public
Y’all are disgustin’
Look at me courtside next to Kate Upton,
Look at me pouring 5 cups of White Russian,
Speaking of which, bitch, I just came through customs,
And speaking of which, I been dreaming of this to redeem
All those years I was treated like shit
To receive the awards that my peers seem to get,
Received a convertible top on this whip,
Bitch, I feel like Fif’
Time to Get Rich or Die Tryin’
Time to heat real cheese up on my iron,
It’s time to get 3 hoes or more, Frankie Lymon
The weed man can call it good timin’
‘Cuz I need an ounce of weed, and a house for me
Everyday when I wake up (Bitch)
I need some Hennessy and a house for me,
Everyday when I wake up