Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song pretty toxic revolver, artist - Machine Gun Kelly.
Date of issue: 01.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
pretty toxic revolver |
Danger |
One of us just lost our savior |
Got to maintain when you’re going insane so I say this prayer |
Dear God, why do I need this medicine to control my anger? |
And do you even exist? |
They’re trying to say it’s a myth |
Lotta things left unsaid |
Lotta things left unanswered |
My aunt just passed from cancer |
Dad just got out of rehab |
And mom’s never gonna show up, gotta grow up |
Ride with me through the memories inside of me |
Till the nights I was hooked on the ivory |
Head hurting all week 'cause of bad coke |
Then the same week Peep overdosed, that’s fucked up |
But I guess I lucked up |
And I feel this pain because it probably won’t be until |
The day I die that they love us |
But trust every nomination I don’t get |
Every list that I ain’t on |
Is a reminder of why I wrote songs in the first place |
As a way to escape where I came from |
This just my pretty toxic |
Heavy conscience weighing on my soul |
Six shots in my revolver |
When I’m on my own |
Play this song |
On the first day I am gone, I do not want you to cry |
Legends never die, I hope our story’s told |
And the year spent on that road |
Before they came to our shows |
We were creating our lane, I hope they pave it in gold |
Take me home, somewhere I belong |
Somewhere foreign looks like Dali’s drawing |
Yeah, isn’t it funny that whenever you got a vision |
A mission and a couple of plans to go with it |
Somebody gotta come along mad and damage it like a cancer |
That inhabits never banishes I managed to smoke five grams of cannabis |
I still keep my stamina for the fans and the goddamn cameras |
That attack my Stance like evangelists |
I said truth and they couldn’t handle it |
So when it sinks you stand in it |
I guess this is my titanic |
With no James Cameron to direct this draft of it |
Just my |
Pretty toxic heavy conscience |
Weighing on my soul |
Six shots in my revolver |
When I’m on my own, back against the wall |
It got me anxious |
Helpless, frigid, cold |
Late nights drinking on my own |
Now I’m fearless, Al Capone |
To my dearest, I ain’t gone |