Machine Gun Kelly - Miss Me lyrics

rate me

Cleveland on my back

L’s up when you see me

Came from the underground

Now they on the tv, swear to God

Fuck this, ain’t shit changed, fools

Kellz

You can miss me with that rap shit

You can miss me with that stereotypical

And lyrical barbershop chat shit

Miss me with that frat shit

Only university I graduated was hard knocks

I’m from Cleveland where they trap shit

Five bucks to the catfish

Five bucks to the bad bitch

Five bucks and the drought in this city could get you a piece of that catfish

Saran wrap for the wrapping

Mina, we bundling … Vegas, I swear it’s contagious

There’s no way that we passed it

Patches on my denim vest about as old as my did is

Blood stains on my chucks ‘cause, well, you know what that is

Jetlag from these long flights

Still sitting cokes like it’s practice

Feeling like students when the school’s back

I’m tryina see what first class is

Cash is the root of all evil but maybe that’s why I do that shit

Fact is I did what I need ‘cause the country we living is fascist

No Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist

Could’ve seen what I’ve seen without IMaxes and 3D glasses

Y’all in family houses like Bob Saggots

Both parents, I was on family couches like you don’t want it

I’ll wear it, inherit and hand-me-downs as a grown man

Embarrassed but these dreams seem far fetched when reality is just sharing a shirt

Shower is jitter while your newborn’s in the carriage

Packing the groceries and bags

But we have only a seven dollar average

This ain’t living, this is strike

Mixed with Hennessy and some Sprite

Maybe one day they’ll remember me like they remember Mike

When I’m gone

Maybe they’ll remember me when I’m gone

When my time’s up in this earth

And they bury me in that dirt

Don’t say that I ain’t milked this life

For everything that it’s worth

Everything that it’s worth

And when I die, remember me like Kurt, bang

They say dub quick with that humble shit

You can only be cool for so long

Don’t misjudge, I’m not the one you wanna rumble with

Write it down, take a pic

Do whatever you gotta do to remember me

I’m in your memory for infinity

And the same go for your bitch

Remember me from Kennedy or East High on the eastside

Where them niggas die over anything, yeah

I’m Dub-O nigga, you ain’t know

I got go, I rock shows, I be calling place like Flacko

But I’m so Cleveland it’s a damn shame

And EST is my damn game

I been repping that since way back and that double X is my campaign

Pop bottles, that champagne it’s Clicquot for the champions

Now, where the hell is my damn ring, bitch?

Celebration for nothing

Let you believe what you see

I’m in the back but no fronting

Seven days out the week I be working, I’m full of hunger

That jealousy is the smell of defeat, remember who told y’all

I’m gone

Remember me when I’m gone

When the time’s up in my watch

And they bury me in that box

Don’t say that I ain’t give this gang everything that I got

Everything that I got

And when I die, remember me like Pac