| I got death in my pocket and nothing but time
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| All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind
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| I just leave 'em there, I don’t even care, no
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| Holding up a flare, I could use a prayer, oh
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| I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive
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| Don’t know why, but it feels like my world is crashing down
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| I just bought a brand…
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| Fuck, how much darkness does it take to get this flashy?
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| Don’t know why, but it feels like my world is crashing down
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| I just bought a brand new car, I wanna crash it now
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| How much darkness did it take to get this flashy now?
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| I lose a piece of my soul when the camera flashes
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| So I’m just asking every fan who’s questioning my passion
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| Thinking I’m caught up in fashion or that I forgot my past
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| To understand that I’m just a dropout, I don’t have the answers
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| I became a dad so young, I ain’t know how to use them Pampers
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| Baby mama’s food stamps kept my stomach full
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| I had to make a plan 'cause now my family needed me to make it rapping
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| Me and Slim back at that address, 128th, we trapping
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| Writing lyrics down on napkins
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| Room so small, we shared a mattress
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| Look what happened
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| I got death in my pocket and nothing but time
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| All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind
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| I just leave 'em there, I don’t even care, no
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| Holding up a flare, I could use a prayer, oh
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| I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive
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| Don’t know how I get so high, but I’m not passing out
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| I guess the drugs are in my blood, hope I don’t pass it down
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| Hope I’m alive to see my baby get her cap and gown
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| 'Cause doctors told my dad he won’t be here a year from now
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| Yeah, my first reaction was to punching the wall until it’s cracking
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| Both my knuckles shattered, don’t ask what the fuck’s the matter
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| I’ve been battling the fact I lost my closest to cancer
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| The only thing she asked was for me and him to get closer
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| But I hung up too fast, went to sleep in and then she passed
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| You’ve been silent seven years, it took that to get us back
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| We all needed second chances, I’ve been bottling the sadness
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| I guess I’m just happy that we finally got to bury shit before the casket
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| I got death in my pocket and nothing but time
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| All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind
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| I just leave 'em there, I don’t even care, no
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| Holding up a flare, I could use a prayer, oh
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| I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive
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| I think I’m ready to die tonight
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| It’s fucked up 'cause I ain’t lived half my life
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| I saw the devil and passed him like
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| «You tryna fuck up my afterlife»
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| But I don’t even care, you can keep me there, yeah
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| Holding up a flare, I needed a prayer, yeah
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| I got death in my pocket
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| But I feel so alive |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death In My Pocket , by - Machine Gun Kelly. Song from the album Hotel Diablo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп