Machine Gun Kelly - Skate Cans lyrics

Yeah, Original Chucks on Laced up like I'm taking them on a run They begging me not to k** it, I tell 'em I'm having fun They asking me how I do it, I tell 'em get on the real Meaning get on the grind, I'm ready now, what's the deal Size 11 skate on the surface like hovercraft A superhero you'd think that I was a thunder cat I run with Dennis, my village calling me Son of Sam Because when I come around they stuttering My body tatted, they say I look like graffiti, that's why I be on the road But these reckless try to read me The way that people be staring you'd think that I was a TV And when it comes to the haters I cannot see 'em like Stevie Now I be seeing repeats of dead rappers like 6th sense My competition ain't worth nothing like 6 cents Misfit, I swear I'm stick sh** sponsored links You'd think I was Ryan Shepherd by the way I make the kicks flip Too cool, handshakes and dap Serving all of these fools like pancakes and snacks Whoever thought that I wouldn't do damage in the tracks Was pulling they own legs like hamstrings and caps I am the only, the only, make way I look like a canvas, skin is covered with tats ' on with the cla**ics, look like I wanna pa** Turn the noise up, turn the noise up What I tell these people? Turn the noise up Tatted on my arm like a joy chap I am the only, the only, make way Any time is my time, every day is guap time No chain leader, I am just a star Turn the noise up, turn the noise up What I tell these people? Turn the noise up I'm so beyond my time The Michelangelo of the second millennium I roll it up and get higher than condominiums My rap's braille the way the people be feeling it 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 tryna jock now Shut up and pay the dudes that'll make your mouth drop down Faces looking twisted like the guzzling Ciroc now We just city slickers in search of them bigger figures If this is more than the game my business is in the scrimmage And I be with the sickest 'cause I'm tryna be the illest With them Die Hard fans like Bruce Willis, pow pow I'm in the cut like alcohol in the womb But I'm tripping like I popped Adderall on the moon, focused On k**er tracks like I'm rapping up on the tomb RIP to this instrumental, lighters up for the tunes Every morning I wake up and put my fitted on Which means that every day I wake and put my city on Cleveland, we're ready, just turn the middy on Kid Kells screaming like a, million, gone I am the only, the only, make way I look like a canvas, skin is covered with tats ' on with the cla**ics, look like I wanna pa** Turn the noise up, turn the noise up What I tell these people? Turn the noise up Tatted on my arm like a joy chap I am the only, the only, make way Any time is my time, every day is guap time No chain leader, I am just a star Turn the noise up, turn the noise up What I tell these people? Turn the noise up