Machine Gun Kelly - Rapping On The Couch lyrics

rate me

Yah, I haven't wrote a song a song in a while

I guess I've been down, guess I didn't have the energy to pick a pen up

Shit, I barely have the energy to crack smiles

Seem a lil back in the class, I was barely gonna pass

With a flask full of Jack and a book full of 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 tickets in the mall today

Aye, I know you wanna see me keep a job

Keep school, first bla bla bla

But all I got is just one shot

And I'm taking it to the top

If I don't gotta load up another box in this bisky truck

Fuck that! Cuz next year the rent be up

Fuck that! And my bank is empty bruh

Fuck that! The world tryna set me up!

Fuck that! So I bounce back like bouncing Jackson

Take a pull and see how my lungs reacting

And I don't give a fuck if it kills the brain

Cause reality itself is killing me, mane

I need an ounce of weed and a house for me, every day

When I wake up, a hippy bitch with no make up

Who loves to fuck and roll J's up

Fat ass and lil A cuss, you know just what I'm sayin', cous'

And I'm like fuck 15 menace

I'm tryna live infinite

I don't got a big yacht

My legacy's all I got

So I call three bitches and a dealer on the same cell

Told 'em pull up to the Southern Place hotel

Fuck like I have maids in the room

Girl clean the dutch off the service like brooms

Shit, you know I gotta start my day off with a shot

Cheese eggs in the middle of the pot

Throw a lil leather on the wrist

Bout four rings on the fist, 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 hurled

I was in the streets, fuck bein' online

And if you won't turn up, we can turn up like a muthafucka

I pay 50 for a shot like fuck it

Small price like when we keep it 100

Shootin' dice on the red carpet, gettin' blunted

Leather change for the public, y'all are disgusted

Lookin' me courtside next to Clair Upton

Lookin' me porn fuck up some white russian

Speakin' of rich bitch, I just came through customs

Speakin' of winds, I've been dreamin' the distopy deem

All those years I've been dreaming like shit

To receive the awards that my peers seemed to get

Receive the convertible top on this whip

Bitch, I feel like fifth, time to get rich without tryin'

Time to heat grill cheese up on my iron

It's time to get three hoes and more Frankye Lymon

The weed bank be callin', good timing, cause 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