| Feel this…
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| For all that it’s worth
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| To live in the spotlight…
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| What if life was simple as a hug?
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| What if my partner wasn’t crippled from a drug?
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| What if my other homie never caught a slug?
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| What if our parents actually gave a fuck?
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| Another black suit, another black suit
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| Police happy to see another black shoot
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| His mother’s make up smearing on my arms,
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| Crying cause' I’m the only son that she’s got now that he’s gone
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| What if the ghetto never heard an instrumental?
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| And we didn’t have this rap shit all we had was metal?
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| You telling me if we couldn’t shoot a ball
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| Our lives still got shooting involved?
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| And what if I never left out of Denver that winter for new beginnings
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| My father started his business and traded family for riches?
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| You telling me that my auntie will still have a house to live in
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| And JoJo wouldn’t be writing me from prison?
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| But fuck it this is life
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| Deal with it or get dealt with
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| I’m in my room smoking alone like I’m selfish
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| Cause' some days the sun’s hard to face
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| Dad turns his son wears his face
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| But look closer see the heart of a lion
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| Sticks and stones couldn’t damage my bones harder then iron
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| 170 pounds with the walk of a giant
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| So defiant I pop a Valium, turn up the volume
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| Turn up the volume
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| Turn up the volume
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| Turn up the volume
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| Turn up the volume
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| For all that it’s worth
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| To live in the spotlight
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| All of my demons come to life
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| And all that it was
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| And all that it could be
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| Is lost in the darkness of the night
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| Why should I die?
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| (to live in the spotlight)
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| Why should I kill myself for you?
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| You’d let me die?
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| (to live in the spotlight)
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| You’d let me die inside for you…
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| Look
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| What if money wasn’t part of success?
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| Would the people I used to be friends with never left?
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| What if making a name didn’t come with regrets?
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| I think that fame’s a pre-cursor to death:
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| Death of a friendship
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| Death of a family
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| Death of a man
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| The misunderstood are always dead before 'they' understand
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| Staring at ceiling fans, chop up milligrams, draw a pentagram
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| Lucifer’s not a rumor he’s in the band, (damn)
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| Liquor and vomit on my Converse
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| Bright lights and packed concerts
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| And right next to the gun that’s on my dresser are plastic orange bottles of
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| peer pressure
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| And I’m ready to cave, I live in a cage
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| How can I be a hero when I’m the one needing saved
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| 48 hour days of this fast lane living
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| Me and my entourage no Jeremy Piven, listen
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| It’s better to burn out than fade away is what Kurt said
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| I felt the same until I saw his daughter and thought as a father
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| What if tomorrow; |
| the only I could spoil her was dying?
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| Started crying then popped a valium turned up the volume
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| Turn up the volume
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| Turn up the volume
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| Turn up the volume
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| Turn up the volume
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| For all that it’s worth
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| To live in the spotlight
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| All of my demons come to life
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| And all that it was
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| And all that it could be
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| Is lost in the darkness of the night
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| Why should I die?
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| (to live in the spotlight)
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| Why should I kill myself for you?
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| You’d let me die?
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| (to live in the spotlight)
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| You’d let me die inside for you…
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| So what you do when the cop lights
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| Turn into a stage and a spotlight?
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| And everyone around you starts to hate cause you got right
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| And feel entitled like I’m supposed to stop living my life?
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| Well this ain’t 2Pac
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| This ain’t Em’s show
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| This ain’t Jigga man
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| This that Kells flow
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| This that C-town 19-double-X rep so
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| Welcome to my life here’s a ticket to the next show, spotlight
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| Welcome to my life here’s a ticket to the next show |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spotlight, artist - Machine Gun Kelly. Album song General Admission, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп