Stress, bliss, fuck it

<i>[Machine Gun Kelly:]</i>

200 RPM, behind the wheel of my mind's GM

Praying they don't see him

Swerve around the drama from my BM

Wondering why all these people wanna be him

Stuck in the matrix but doesn't want no one to free him

Cause in reality fantasy's all that's left of freedom

And reality's a bitch and that's why I say I don't need'em

Just a substance to keep me sleeping so I can keep on dreaming

Fuck Tylenol PM, someone THC him

Smoke away all my problems, eyes looking like Koreans

You're only here to rap, other ambitions simply keep'em

So I'm clenching down my gums like a baby when his teething

What they saying in my face ain't what they thinking, they deceiving

I'm about to live up to my reputation as a heathen

And put my size 12's into place where they eating

Til it comes out the other end like a mother that's conceiving

Just be glad you breathing

It's summer and my heart is still freezing

Cause back home it is kill or be killed season

So I'm watching my back, bet I'm familiar with treason

People threw me in the lions den alone for no reason

"Fuck em" if they hear him, but shut up when they see him

While my family wondering why new breads in my ATM

But how can I fit in a cubicle when I'm a coliseum

Just know that no matter where I fit I do it off of Cleveland

And Mile High

Ugh, The Calm

100 Words and Runnin, ya bitch

Kells