MGK, Synyster Gates, M. Shadows - Save Me lyrics
MGK [Machine Gun Kelly] Colson Baker [Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[MGK, Synyster Gates, M. Shadows - Save Me lyrics]
Uh, from the bottom of the ash I rose
Yeah, to the top I go
Where I'm from it's cold
But I don't need this coat (nah)
Keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area code on my shoulder
(whattup) 216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single
Night it's gets colder
No heat so we all around that stove
Like "Fuck this broke shit"
Petty ass hustlin
Couldn't even sell one zone
Slim still workin' at the store
And the only time we ever get to eat is when
He brings something home everydays dark here
Prayin for a rainbow to lead us
To that pot of gold
And exchange those nights on a concrete floor
For a bottle of Rose to pop that
Bitch off like we suppose to
Never gave a fuck if we went gold
I just wanna be able to say that "I made it"
'Cause real EST mufuckas don't fold
Real EST mufuckas don't break up
Real family grows old
Real EST mufuckers representin' for
The city where they came even when they gone
And fuck this throne, ain't no kings
No pretty princess, ain't no queen
No fairy tale endings on the eastside
Just these broken homes and those screams
Broken bones underneath these jeans
Broken bricks cover up my streets
Fiends outside trying to get they fix
While my first born in here
Trying to get sleep muthafuck this rap shit
Try buryin' your boy six feet
Let me show you 'bout real
Try telling me that you can't make it up
Out the city 26 dollars to multi-mills
Face inside of the XXL
Then try coming back to the eastside still
Well bitch I did, and it's still the kid
Labeled a Bad Boy before this deal
What up Slim, Dub, Xplo, Dre, Swirv, Ash
My boy BK and everybody from the beginning
That bled with me
Knowing I would be here one day
So as I roll through all
The hoods that raised me
Lookin' at the house of pain
I'ma runaway from the ones that pay me
Hopin I'll stay the same can't you save me?
Can't you save me? Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?
Yeah, to the top I go
Where I'm from it's cold
But I don't need this coat (nah)
Keep my sleeves rolled
Got my city's area code on my shoulder
(whattup) 216 forever in my soul
Swear to God every single
Night it's gets colder
No heat so we all around that stove
Like "Fuck this broke shit"
Petty ass hustlin
Couldn't even sell one zone
Slim still workin' at the store
And the only time we ever get to eat is when
He brings something home everydays dark here
Prayin for a rainbow to lead us
To that pot of gold
And exchange those nights on a concrete floor
For a bottle of Rose to pop that
Bitch off like we suppose to
Never gave a fuck if we went gold
I just wanna be able to say that "I made it"
'Cause real EST mufuckas don't fold
Real EST mufuckas don't break up
Real family grows old
Real EST mufuckers representin' for
The city where they came even when they gone
And fuck this throne, ain't no kings
No pretty princess, ain't no queen
No fairy tale endings on the eastside
Just these broken homes and those screams
Broken bones underneath these jeans
Broken bricks cover up my streets
Fiends outside trying to get they fix
While my first born in here
Trying to get sleep muthafuck this rap shit
Try buryin' your boy six feet
Let me show you 'bout real
Try telling me that you can't make it up
Out the city 26 dollars to multi-mills
Face inside of the XXL
Then try coming back to the eastside still
Well bitch I did, and it's still the kid
Labeled a Bad Boy before this deal
What up Slim, Dub, Xplo, Dre, Swirv, Ash
My boy BK and everybody from the beginning
That bled with me
Knowing I would be here one day
So as I roll through all
The hoods that raised me
Lookin' at the house of pain
I'ma runaway from the ones that pay me
Hopin I'll stay the same can't you save me?
Can't you save me? Can't you save me?
Can't you save me?