Machine Gun Kelly - Against the world lyrics

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And the worst part is there’s
No one else to blame

Be my friend, hold me wrap me up, unfold me
I am small, and needy
Warm me up and breathe me

Uh, it's just me against the world
Lost my mistress and my girl
All they wanted was what's in my safe
And all I wanted was just to be great
Contemplate, real or fake
All these people in my face
Wasn't ready for the fame, I flipped
My shit and caught a case
Looking at my fans like I
Can't ball without a base
They understand, ride till the end
Now bow our heads and let us pray, Amen

And after all these years of crime and malice
I look down and see I'm cold and calloused
And while our sins are to fifthly to bear
We have to wash them down
Now grab your chalice

And toast to those who
Always raised their glasses
When most never chose to
Go against the masses
So if you ride or die let me see them Ls
And I'll take you to a place
Where we can be ourselves

Look, Hollywood is not my type of party
Nah, look what happened to Chris Farley
Rest in peace him and
Christopher Wallace, mo' money, mo' problems
And less people then when you started, shit
And you wonder why I don't drink coffee
I don't wanna wake up to these problems
Of a boss like John Gotti
I'd rather be Che Guevara mixed with
A little bit of Marcus
Garvey In hopes of a revolution
As results of my anarchy
But I’m hardly ever home so
I guess I'll be quick
Everybody wanna have their two
Cents: take it, here, i don't owe y'all shit
Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give
My five-year-old a kiss
Family mad at my success
Don't they say hate is where home is? Damn
So it's just me against the world
Lost my mistress and my girl
All they wanted was what's in my safe
When all I wanted was just to be great, Kells

But greatness is in the eye of the beholder
So it starts with you believe in your own
Abilities the way you have believed in mine
It's time, put 'em up

Let's toast to those who
Always raised their glasses
When most never chose to
Go against the masses
Now I know you ride or die
So let me see them Ls
And be proud you are not
Afraid to be yourself

If they want me come and get me
Unload this clip till it's empty
And I ain't startled motherfucker
Do what ever I must to protect my brother
Respect no other, put no man above each other
This is what you live out when you
Trying to make it out the gutter
This is how you show that precious
Little baby girl you love her
This is how you step up as a
Man and get that bread and butter
But get by, all we do is get by
Ironic how we're lower class but
Always seem to get high
And the chronic seller is the man
'cause he got the supply
Get it? Demand and supply, make that spinach
Get that Popeye
Sleep with one eye open, door closed
Bitch next to me, no clothes
Make songs feel like photos
I am hip-hop’s Andy Warhol
Yeah, so if they want me come and get me
And I'll unload this clip till it's empty