Lyrics Get Laced - Machine Gun Kelly
I'm
so
God
damn
gone
I
don't
know
where
home
is
Feeling
real
sauced
up
no
boneless
I
keep
it
G,
fuck
keeping
up
with
the
Joneses
Smelling
so
funky
that
you
would
think
that
I
was
homeless
And
the
fans
like,
Kells
stop
playing
with
him
That
girl's
man
like,
bitch
stop
laying
with
him
And
the
haters
on
the
internet
tryna'
be
thugged
out
But
them
dealers
and
killers
man
I
was
staying
with
'em
Eastside
Cleveland
to
the
death
yo
Fuck
Lebron,
the
Kid
never
left
y'all
Forget
the
number
twenty-three
man
it's
EST
You
see
it
tatted
on
my
chest,
we
the
best
y'all
Couple
stacks
if
you
wanna
get
a
verse
from
me
Make
a
diss
track
if
you
wanna
get
a
hearse
from
me
I
got
the
gift
already
so
I
fuck
bitch
ass
dick
shit
if
you
wanna
get
the
curse
from
me
Cause
everybody
be
wanting
something
that
I
got
Leaning
on
me
like
a
tripod
But
I'm
already
leaning
up
with
the
liquor
They
be
running
up
like
do
or
die
guy,
Kells
on
their
iPod
And
I'm
fucking
with
these
trees
real
heavy
man,
real
real
heavy
man
Blowing
up
brown
good,
the
shit's
real
pettigrand
Mix
it
with
the
red
I
be
calling
that
shit
spaghetti
I'll
be
all
up
in
the
mountains
blowing
on
that
white
yeti,
man
End
of
the
day
I'll
be
chilling
man,
what's
new
I'm
for
the
people
not
the
rappers
man,
fuck
dude
I'd
rather
be
a
lame
than
rely
on
a
name
Or
rock
sunglasses
in
the
dark
man,
fuck
cool
And
the
album
coming
soon
y'all
bear
with
me
Laced
up,
Chuck
T's
brought
a
pair
with
me
Hit
123rd
for
the
sour
Dies
Though
I'm
blunted
in
the
car
looking
like
a
flare's
with
me
The
people
here
with
me
hold
me
down,
all
dogs
homie
know
me
out
That's
why
my
circle
as
small
as
a
penny
cause
ain't
no-one
sold
me
out
But
funny
how
everyone
knows
me
now
And
before
all
this
we
had
the
streets
on
lock,
man,
Dub
knows
Ask
Ash
what
it
was
'fore
we
book
shows
Me
and
Slim
in
a
1 bedroom,
no
money
no
food
but
now
we
eating
good
though
Now
I
could
go
(Where?)
Anywhere
up
there,
all
I
gotta
do
is
push
go
Give
me
the
green
light
meaning
give
me
good
'dro
From
a
land
far
far
away
where
the
wood
grow
And
I'm
staying
real
throwed
like
a
pitch
Cop
a
whole
zip
put
it
in
a
dish
Blowing
something
real
real
evil
so
I
call
this
witch
You
got
dirt
so
I
call
that
ditch,
you
bitch
The
dope
boys
feel
me,
the
sub
nerds
feel
me
Your
girl
definitely
does,
cause
she
here
with
me
So
really
you
don't
have
a
choice
but
to
deal
with
me
And
you
like
my
shit,
keep
it
real
with
me
Matter
of
fact,
let's
keep
this
one
hundred
If
I
was
pocket
change
I
would
be
one
hundred
You
would
be
a
nickel,
even
when
I'm
nothing
I
was
still
a
two
fifties
equalling
out
to
one
hundred
So
keep
it
one
hundred,
Kells
is
that
boy
Who
resuscitated
the
city
dog,
that
boy
Who
got
a
whole
coast
behind
him,
that
boy
So
if
you
want
the
real,
listen
to
that
boy
And
I'm
that
boy,
20
years
old
With
the
world
on
my
shoulder
like
a
fur
coat
Used
to
be
square
now
I'm
in
a
circle
Sipping
Merlot,
for
real
man,
for
sure
So
about
it
you'd
think
I
was
from
No
Limit
Real
white
boy
rap,
dog,
no
gimmick
Bringing
the
game
back
to
life
with
no
clinic
Because
I
let
'em
see
the
real
me,
no
tinted
So
I'm
in
this,
the
new
face
of
Hip
hop
I
gave
the
game
a
shake
up
And
this
brand
new
change
comes
in
the
shape
of
A
6"
3'
blonde
haired
boy,
lace
up
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