Machine Gun Kelly - Rapping on the Couch (Freestyle) lyrics

I haven't wrote a song in a while I guess I've been down Guess I didn't the have energy to pick a pen up sh**, I barely have the energy to crack smiles Similar to back in the cla** I was barely gonna pa** With a flask full of Jack And a book full of raps And an ear full of laughs Similar to back when I barely had some money for the gas, ask Pops if I can borrow the car today Someone asked me to be on a song today And they said I can do a couple shows with them If I help them sell a couple of tickets at the mall today But hey I know you wanna see me keep a job Keep school first, blah blah blah But all I got, is this one shot And I'm taking it to the top If I don't gotta load up another box In this Penske truck, f** that 'Cuz next year the rent be up, f** that And my bank is empty bruh, f** that The world tryin' to set me up, f** that So I bounce back like jumping jacks Take a pull and see how my lungs react And I don't give a f** if it k**s the brain 'Cuz reality itself is k**ing me Mayne So I need an ounce of weed, and house for me Everyday when I wake up A hippie b**h with no make up Who loves to f** and roll J's up Fat a** with lil' A cups You know just what I'm sayin' 'cuz And I'm like f** 15 minutes I'm trying to live infinite I don't got a big yacht My legacy is all I got So I call 3 b**hes and my dealer on the same cell Told them to pull up to the something place hotel Felt like I had maids in the room Girl cleanin' dust off the surface like brooms sh**, you know I gotta start my day off with a shot Cheese eggs in the middle of the pot Throw a little leather on the wrist 'Bout four rings on the fists, b**h Why I need a watch, it is always my time Even back before the young man got signed Even back before the mixtapes got heard I was in the streets, f** being online And if you wanna turn up, we can turn up like a motherf**er I pay 50 for a shot like f** it Small price when you keep it 100 True thanks on the red carpet, get blunted Never changed for the public Y'all are disgustin' Look at me courtside next to Kate Upton Look at me pouring 5 cups of White Russian Speaking of which, b**h, I just came through customs And speaking of which, I been dreaming of this to redeem All those years I was treated like sh** To receive the awards that my peers seem to get Received a convertible top on this whip b**h, I feel like Fif' Time to Get Rich or Die Tryin' Time to heat grilled cheese up on my iron It's time to get 3 hoes or more, Frankie Lymon The weed man can call it good timin' 'Cuz I need an ounce of weed, and a house for me Everyday when I wake up (b**h) I need some Hennessy and a house for me Everyday when I wake up