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Machine Gun Kelly - On My Way Lyrics




Okay, now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up "Hi haters"
I know, I've been on a hiatus, caught up in the lights, I've been drowned 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 gutta held me down from the beginning,
My team throwin up L's, but it's funny, 'cause we winning,
A million tucked down, soon as I rose from the bottom,
But opinions assholes now, everybody got one.

So they ask me why I do it, I do it for the streets
Heard mama got out the grill, man, I do it for the grease,
Man, I do it for the five pack of hanes wife beaters
That I wore like erryday to show off my brand new ink.
Shit I remember working jobs just so I can hit the dance-off,
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 loafer, 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 that we can call it even
'Cause he the underdog if I'm flipping patties at afudruckers
To live lavish in this motherf*cker, God damn.

Okay, I heard they want the classics, my life's a movie like the Truman Show, without the canvas.
They look at us like we're a couple boys in the hood,
Throw brothers to the end like them boys in the world.
So I light it up for the Friday night lights with the team
And a notebook, call it Requiem for a dream.
I was superbad in the class, I just dazed off,
So I play sick and lived ferris bueller day off.
Back in Coonie 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 it 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.
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Okay, now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up "Hi haters"
I know, I've been on a hiatus, caught up in the lights, I've been drowned 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 gutta held me down from the beginning,
My team throwin up L's, but it's funny, 'cause we winning,
A million tucked down, soon as I rose from the bottom,
But opinions assholes now, everybody got one.

So they ask me why I do it, I do it for the streets
Heard mama got out the grill, man, I do it for the grease,
Man, I do it for the five pack of hanes wife beaters
That I wore like erryday to show off my brand new ink.
Shit I remember working jobs just so I can hit the dance-off,
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 loafer, 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 that we can call it even
'Cause he the underdog if I'm flipping patties at afudruckers
To live lavish in this motherf*cker, God damn.

Okay, I heard they want the classics, my life's a movie like the Truman Show, without the canvas.
They look at us like we're a couple boys in the hood,
Throw brothers to the end like them boys in the world.
So I light it up for the Friday night lights with the team
And a notebook, call it Requiem for a dream.
I was superbad in the class, I just dazed off,
So I play sick and lived ferris bueller day off.
Back in Coonie 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 it 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.
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Writer: Jon Richard Bishop, Richard Colson Baker, Irvin Devine Whitlow
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC


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