passport feat wiz khalifa

Machine Gun Kelly (mgk)

Okay, I m a little jet-lagged right now
I m still up in the sky, ain t touched down
I got a hundred stamps on my passport
Got a hundred grams on me, I ma transport
And when I land
I ma roll a baseball bat
I m in Europe in a
Cleveland baseball hat
Stackin Euros for the hotel smoke fees
And the plug gonna charge like a mophie
Hit the tour group text, where we at next?
Can t even pronounce the city
that s a big flex
My boy a hoe
he be scrollin through his index
I be chillin with my guitar and my cigarettes
17-hour flight, I ma sleep ten
Hit the stage soon as I land and do it again
Good intentions, some things that we won t mention
But if you know what I know
them some good friendships
Coulda said long ago
this is good as it gets
But I wake up every day still in the trenches
Show up everywhere, could scent it
Now they re here to stay like they gifted
I said it, I meant it
The road s like that, I m cold like that
I m lookin for my other half, tryna become whole like that
My soul s like that, I m chose like that
I m elevated, so you know I gotta wear my clothes like that
Black Margiela and Idris top [?]
Cuff up the bottom of my pants, see Chanel socks
That s about the only thing that I ll expose like that
I ve been broke and I ve been broken
now I can t go back

Someone keeps calling
keeps me from home
I go through this often
I m back on my own
Someone keeps calling
keeps me from home
I go through this often
I m back on my own

And I don t know when I return back
so I gotta earn the cash
To keep the same views that I m used to
Things get more dangerous when you re more famous
So I bought windows you can t shoot through
Used to drink Tropicana, now it s yuzu
Drivin Cullinan, used to be an Isuzu
You know that you blew the fuck up
when you punch dude once
And now everybody s trying to sue you
Boy, you got a couple billion views on YouTube (oh)
Always got some weed on you
or they assume you do (yeahahaha)
But them numbers ain t nothin
if your family strugglin (nah)
So I stay hustlin (yep)
Sun come up, I get up with it (yeah)
I d be goin even harder if I wasn t rich (yup)
Even at this point, pullin a double shift (damn)
Cause God don t give you weight you can t lift (no)
I dreamed of my life was gonna be
and it was like this (like this)
Some real movie type shit (roll that shit up)
Fuck it, I m about to write a script
Give everybody on the set their own zip
And maybe a bong to rip, lot of girls
at the door, we let em all in (uh)
When they test the turkey bag, I get all ten (yeah)
That s an undefeated season, nigga
that s an all wins

Someone keeps calling
keeps me from home
I go through this often
I m back on my own
Someone keeps calling
keeps me from home
I go through this often
I m back on my own

Won t go back, I m this close
Memories fade away, they come and go
Won t go back, I m this close
Memories fade away, they come and go