Machine Gun Kelly - Skate Cans lyrics
rate meYeah, Original Chucks on
Laced up like I'm taking them on a run
They begging me not to kill it, I tell ‘em I'm having fun
They asking me how I do it, I tell ‘em get on the real
Meaning get on the grind, I'm ready now, what’s the deal
Size 11 skate on the surface like hovercraft
A superhero you’d think that I was a thunder cat
I run with Dennis, my village calling me Son of Sam
Because when I come around they stuttering
My body tatted, they say I look like graffiti, that's why I be on the road
But these reckless try to read me
The way that people be staring you’d think that I was a TV
And when it comes to the haters I cannot see ‘em like Stevie
Now I be seeing repeats of dead rappers like 6th sense
My competition ain't worth nothing like 6 cents
Misfit, I swear I'm stick shit
You'd think I was Ryan Shepherd by the way I make the kicks flip
Too cool, handshakes and dap
Serving all of these fools like pancakes and snacks
Whoever thought that I wouldn't do damage in the tracks
Was pulling they own legs like hamstrings and caps
I am the only, the only, make way
I look like a canvas, skin is covered with tats
… on with the classics, look like I wanna pass
Turn the noise up, turn the noise up
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up
Tatted on my arm like a joy chap
I am the only, the only, make way
Any time is my time, every day is guap time
No chain leader, I am just a star
Turn the noise up, turn the noise up
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up
I'm so beyond my time
The Michelangelo of the second millennium
I roll it up and get higher than condominiums
My rap's braille the way the people be feeling it
Midwest all the way to the other side of the meridian
Back, back, EST is in the spot now
We be the crew, all of these fools tryna jock now
Shut up and pay the dudes that'll make your mouth drop down
Faces looking twisted like the guzzling Ciroc now
We just city slickers in search of them bigger figures
If this is more than the game my business is in the scrimmage
And I be with the sickest ‘cause I'm tryna be the illest
With them Die Hard fans like Bruce Willis, pow pow
I'm in the cut like alcohol in the womb
But I'm tripping like I popped Adderall on the moon, focused
On killer tracks like I'm rapping up on the tomb
RIP to this instrumental, lighters up for the tunes
Every morning I wake up and put my fitted on
Which means that every day I wake and put my city on
Cleveland, we’re ready, just turn the middy on
Kid Kells screaming like a, million, gone
I am the only, the only, make way
I look like a canvas, skin is covered with tats
… on with the classics, look like I wanna pass
Turn the noise up, turn the noise up
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up
Tatted on my arm like a joy chap
I am the only, the only, make way
Any time is my time, every day is guap time
No chain leader, I am just a star
Turn the noise up, turn the noise up
What I tell these people? Turn the noise up
