Machine Gun Kelly - Skate Cans lyrics

Original chucks on laced up like I'm
Taking them on a run
They're begging me not to kill it
I tell them I'm having fun
They're asking me how I do it I tell
Them get on the rail
Meaning get on your grind I'm
Ready now what's the deal
My size 11s skate on
The surface like hovercrafts
A superhero you think that I was a Thundercat
I run with villains my village
Calling me son of Sam
Simply cause when I come
Around they st-st-st-stuttering
My body's tatted they say
I look like graffiti
That's why I be on the roll
These regulars try to read me
The way that people be staring you'd
Think that I was a TV
But when it comes to the haters
I cannot see them like Stevie
But I be seeing repeats of
Dead rappers like 6th sense
My competition ain't worth nothing
Like 6 cents misfit I swear I'm sick shit
You'd think I was Ryan
Sheckler by the way I make the kicks flip
Too cool hands shakes and dap serving all
Of these fools like pancakes and snacks
Whoever thought that I wouldn’t
Be damaging the tracks
Was pulling they own legs
Like hamstrings and calves

I am the only great white
Body look like a canvas skin is
Covered with tats and my
Chucks are always the classics look
Like I'm in the past turn the noise up
100 words and running turn the noise up
What'd I tell these people turn the noise up
Transformer tatted on my arm like a droid
YUP! I am the only great white
Anytime's my time everyday is
Grind time no chain
Needed I am just a star Kells
Turn the noise up
100 words and running turn the noise up
What'd I tell these people turn the noise up
Best rapper alive who? Kells, Kells

Uh, I'm so beyond my time the
Michael Angelo of the second millenium
I roll it up and get higher than condominiums
My rap's braille the way the
People be feelin' 'em
Midwest all the way to the
Other side of the Meridian
Back back EST is in the spot now
We be the crew all of these
Fools try to jock now
The type of dudes that'll make
Ya mouth drop down
Faces looking twisted like we
Guzzlin' Ciroc down
We're just city slickers in search
Of them bigger figures
This is more than a game
My business isn't a scrimmage
And I be with the sickest
Cause I'm trying to be
The illest with them Die Hard
Fans like Bruce Willis pow pow
I'm in the cut like alcohol in the wound
But I'm tripping like I popped
Adderall on the moon
Focused on killing tracks like I'm
Rapping them from the tomb
RIP to this instrumental lighters
Up for the tunes
Every morning I wake up and put my fitted on
Which means every day I wake
And put my city on
Cleveland we ready just turn the MIDI on
Kid Kells, feeling like a million gone