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Machine Gun Kelly Mgk - On My Way Lyrics

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
See, they told me life's a gamble, now this is my casino
Make sure my fellows good, now I'm Robert Deniro
Sipping cleco with the girl that held me down from the beginning
My team throwing up Ls, but it's funny, 'cause we're winning
A million talked down, soon as I rose from the bottom
But opinions ass holes now, everybody got 'em

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
Back in Coolie high students used to nickname us the Goonies
Every night we blacked out, shit, they should've called us roofies
Get out the bed, half baked, roll another doobie
So many snacks up in the house, they call the crib Scooby
Blow an oiee and man, man I swear this is good as it gets
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, Kells