| I’ve known kells since I was like eleven
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| Since like sixth grade you know what I mean
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| Kells held me down a lot my cousin held me
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| Down a lot and that’s really it people fall off real quick when
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| You’re in here
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| Ay tell’em imma need a minute, damn
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| My heads fucked up I be thinkin' jail whenever hear’em
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| Say they need a sentence I be in the booth zoned out
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| They say they just need a couple lines and
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| The years on the road got me thinkin' blow
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| Even though they just wanted some bars like jail time
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| See there I go, somebody this drink from me, I love my bitches oh
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| Please god don’t let them take none of the paint from me
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| And since you need a filler for the dead space
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| Sorry I had to get my head straight one of the homies back
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| Home caught a fed case
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| And how I’m suppose to feel when I’m in hollywood trynna get
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| A couple mil and I just got a call that my dawg got killed
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| And maybe it wouldn’t have happened if I wouldn’t have been
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| Out here but and still even back when dub had a job cuttin'
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| Steel even back when we was on the block up the hill up
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| Hundred thirty first there was blood gettin' spilled
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| I ain’t re-invent the wheel mothafucka
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| This is how it is where I live mothafucka
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| Semis and blue nose pit mothafucka
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| Just in case they run up in the crib mothafucka
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| Got kids mothafucka
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| Fuck you think you knew about me?
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| Got a question? |
| I don’t even want to talk to you ask them
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| They the ones that grew up around me
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| Kept it 100 percent same crew till the end, kells
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| It’s deeper than that you know what I mean
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| In so many years and all the shit we been through
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| That’s definitely my brother
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| I do for him, he do for me
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| And it was always like that ay shit changes
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| Same mothafucka we grew up with we’re still boys
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| He never really been for the bullshit he’s one hunned
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| Imma need about an hour
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| And a first class ticket wait
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| Make that a jet and a champagne shower
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| Oh I ain’t rich yet
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| Fuck it I can make a dollar inna dream, work
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| I was on the cover of double XL I ain’t talkin' 'bout the big T-shirt
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| Lace up I’m finna run circles 'round squares in these nike airs
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| Finna go hard with my dawgs that were right there
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| Finna treat songs like a mothafuckin' pal
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| And flip an empty house to a mothafuckin crowd
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| Know what I’m talkin' 'bout yes sir
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| Errbody better pay respect yes sir
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| I be in the land with a steel tecsture
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| I object and a ways that they test first
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| Bitch I’m from the east side, east side
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| Watch first 48 I owe nobody just know I rep, rep OH, get it?
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| Fuck it if you don’t I’m just ventin' like I use to do like these
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| Rappers I will never mention how stupid are you to think I would
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| Give you my attention when you nothin' but a peasant and
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| I am a fuckin' legend can you feel that?
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| Once we got our highschool they were teachin' shit
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| So we would just go do whatever get some money do whatever
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| We was always scared of kickin it though
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| Kids would want to battle and shit you know what I mean
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| Like he said he wanted to rap so he would push into random
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| Battle at school you know what I mean
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| I just knew one of us would make it in something you
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| Know what I mean and I just felt that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Therapy , by - Machine Gun Kelly. Song from the album General Admission, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп