歌手:mgk
专辑:《BMXXing》

作词 : Colson Baker/Benjamin Saint Fort
作曲 : Colson Baker/Benjamin Saint Fort
Ayy, listen, let's throw somethin' up

Yeah, I'm tryna skate through life, so I've been on my grind
50-50 chance I'll land on my feet, and that's fine
Life was always a gamble, so as long as I can readjust my bearings
I'll be good for these street rides, no street signs
Follow my heart to where the sun in the East rise
Away from nights where all I can do is eat fries
Always been bipolar if l rewind
Footage throwing up middle fingers and a peace sign
Handle bars like I ride BMX
But handle my emotions like I got PMS
'Cause growing up there wasn't episodes on PBS
Explaining how to raise children that got PTS
Not every life can be saved by the EMS
And there's damage in my brain from these EMF's
God knows it's been a ruff ryde, like DMX
We still pull up twenty deep, like we BMF
Marriage ain't the only promise you should keep till death
Loyalty is worth more than any degree of success
Yes, I would trade in every single one of my checks
Before I stop repping this city on my Mitchell & Ness, uh

In the nighttime having day dreams like
La-da, da-da-da
Didn't have a lifeline, turning eighteen like
La-da, da-da-da
Probably should've flatlined but I'm still fine like
La-da, da-da-da
Even at the crash site, I could still fly like
La-da, da-da

Yeah, summertimes never really hit
Because I've been working jobs since a little kid
Always been too tall, my clothes couldn't fit
Closest I've been to having dollars was listening to 50 Cent
But with this pen, I've killed many men
I'm trying to go international from this minivan
The AC broke but still let me vent
Bought a keyboard to make beats but spent the rent
Forgot I had a blunt in my pocket and now it's bent
Probably stuck between my gun and a ball of lint
Wish I was a baller but instead I'm on a bench
Stuck with memories of Dad calling Mom a bitch
Common sense knows I won't be an athlete
And no girl's gonna want me with this acne
Absorbing negative vibes I'm attracting
Started rapping, all a sudden got a rap sheet
Last week in a cop car in the backseat
Watching a familiar face that I knew pass me
Jealousy draining my energy just like a gas leak
Acting like I'm Leo if you all ask me, I am Great Gatsby, yeah, uh

In the nighttime having day dreams like
La-da, da-da-da
Didn't have a lifeline, turning eighteen like
La-da, da-da-da
Probably should've flatlined but I'm still fine like
La-da, da-da-da
Even at the crash site, I could still fly like

BNYX

Uh, uh, keep goin' like da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, life sucks sometimes, da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep goin' like da-da-da-da-da
Mm