Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Story Of The Stairs, artist - Machine Gun Kelly. Album song General Admission, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy, Interscope
Song language: English
Story Of The Stairs |
And that was a dark depressing time for him, you know |
He did had one visit with his mother I think |
During the time that he lived with me and she brought |
Him a huge box fill with gifts you know clothes and all |
Kinds of little goodies and stuff and it sat in the corner |
Untouched, literally for months he’d never opened anything just |
Left the box there |
What’s going on in your mind when someone you haven’t seen since you were nine |
is out at your door step right now? |
Rewind, remember that one time when Marco showed up at the front door |
And we found out he escaped from a psych ward and stole grandma’s car? |
Ah, rest her soul |
I know that’s off topic, but I miss her soul |
So ironic that she was blind but told me I’m handsome I was |
Every time that I walked in the door |
Can’t lie and say it was easy being 14 on February 14th |
Watching a body die in my arms |
Then have to go to a school that I hated |
When my grade indicate that I don’t give a fuck what’s going on |
A couple hours later on |
And not to mention that one bitch that I loved |
By the way, I call her «bitch» because she was |
Wanted me to catch another man fucking her |
Invited me over, told me to come into the front |
Come upstairs and say what’s up |
And there she was, little slut |
I was broken hearted, should’ve broke that bitch’s jaw |
Just for playin' me like a chump |
But instead went to the garage, grabbed one |
Of her brother’s rifles, went outside |
And shot that other mothafucka’s truck up |
I guess that’s what lead me to cuffs |
Becomin' common in my life like funerals was |
Daddy’s less common now, he gave up |
After he heard the judge pin a fucking felony on his son |
Funny enough, me and Aunt Barbara even closer |
Start to feel some weight lift off her shoulder |
Till it piled back on when a radiologist told her |
That she had breast cancer and might not live much longer |
Fast forward, the woman that I call my «mother» isn’t my mother |
Or even blood but that’s how much I love her |
And I’m feeling awkward cause the doorbell’s from the person that I call HER |
Maybe I ain’t ready for it… |
Shit, what should I wear? |
Fuck that, I ain’t going down there |
I waited over a decade for closure |
Why should I receive it if it might not be something I want to hear |
In the mirror is a empty reflection |
And in my head are questions I want to ask like, «Where the fuck did you go?» |
Why did you turn my birthdays to the worst days every year that you didn’t show? |
And if you must know, I didn’t turn out to be much else |
Than a drunk who fell face first to a pile of hell |
Took four snuffs of the devil’s dust |
Ended up with my manager helping me 'cause I couldn’t take a piss by myself |
But I did get a record deal |
And all my records got that making of a legend feel |
And I did have a daughter who I promised that the way that way you made me felt |
Is a way she will never feel |
Slip a Benadryl in my cup |
Ech, fuck it, I’m sickening up |
Pit of my stomach clenching, all my muscles stiffening up |
I ain’t been this nervous since I got jumped |
Flick the tip of my J over a surface covered with ashes and junk |
Took a pull and sat it down, put on both of my Chucks |
Reach for the door but my hand’s sweaty, I’m anxious as fuck |
Couldn’t even hit the stairs without remembering how many years I was there |
waiting to see your car pull up |
Now you saying she’s right there? |
Man you saying she’s right there? |
You telling me, if I open up this door right here |
That she’ll been standing right there? |
And after all these years, am I wrong for having this fear |
Of meeting the reflection that was missing in the mirror? |
Open up the door and then I see her |