Machine Gun Kelly – Moonwalkers Lyrics

Moonwalkers by Machine Gun Kelly
Feat. Dubxx
Album : Bloom
Released : 2017
Genre : Rap & Hip-Hop
Label : Bad Boy/Interscope

Gunner, Gunner

Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
Pockets full of what?
Hella quarters, like I’m ’bout to feed the meter
Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers
We ain’t even parkin’
We just spark it and fly frequent
Up in the sky, Jesus
Gave me high fives, Peter
Pan full of yams
Trees lit like Christmas Eve
I’m so facetious, so indecent
Fuck the world and leave it speechless
Rock that jacket with the cheetah
Look like Elvis with these sequins, I’m sayin’

Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Yeah, fast life, hash pipes, lit up like flashlights
Fast cash, back scratch, steal off on last night
Super stoned, where is home? I missed the last flight
Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite
What you call it when you feel like you’re on the moon talkin’?
Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalkin’
Movin’ backwards, rollin’ Backwoods, I don’t care who’s watchin’
EST a fuckin’ army, I’m the platoon sergeant

Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
I don’t roll it up if it ain’t gas
Tank full, goin’ to the moon
I can see the snakes in the grass
You could never ever get us, ayy
It’s a Tommy Hilfiger day
Ain’t nobody realer than us
Ain’t nobody triller than us
Ayy, Birdman hands on ’em (brrr)
Hermes smell on him
Bitch you know we comin’ out the van
Shout out to the fans
Early Monday mornin’, haha
I packed a Tulu bag high as fuck, already soarin’
Where you goin’? Space station, engine roarin’ (woah)
Gettin’ face in the foreign (yeah)
Sex tape like it’s porn
Space game with the Martians
I don’t ever do the norm

Ayy we only steppin’ out for the big shit
Champagne supernova type shit
Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha

Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga
Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

○ Machine Gun Kelly – Bloom (Album 2017)
01. “The Gunner
02. “Wake + Bake
03. “Go for Broke
04. “At My Best
05. “Kiss the Sky
06. “Golden God
07. “Trap Paris
08. “Moonwalkers
09. “Can’t Walk
10. “Bad Things
11. “Rehab
12. “Let You Go
13. “27

○ Listen to “Machine Gun Kelly” Songs

● “Wild Boy ”

[ Quotable]
All I know is how to kill everyone of my cells
All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells
I am untouchable, you would think I was in jail
But I’m in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel
Bring it back into the States, put it on a scale
Measure it at half a eighth, put it in a shell
Split it then I roll it, then light it up like it’s Independence Day I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
Snapback with my city on it
Text back with your titties on it

● “Mind of a Stoner ”

[ Quotable]
Parents aren’t doin much now since little brother got locked up
And I’m stuck smokin this mid waiting for the weed man to get stocked up
And my girl cancelled on me, said something else popped up
And I can’t get with my ex now cuz her ring finger all rocked up,damn
No one likes you when your 23 without a plan
Sit around in apartments all day smokin weed and I’m like
“bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe”
Till I (skkrrrrrrttt) out in my Subaru and in the rear view is them lights

● “See My Tears ”

[ Quotable]
And they mad that I made it out the city
But if you look I’m still out in the city
Before everything I had clout in the city
Toured the states and never bounced on the city
Shout out to everybody that’s proud in the city
Everybody cheering in the crowd from the city
Everyone that never had doubts in the city
Cause they know I represent what we about in the city
And I’m still laced up, tell the world that’s nothing changed
Till it’s hundred dollar bills in my pocket, then nothings change

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