Machine Gun Kelly - Weak Stomach lyrics

Weak Stomach lyrics

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[Verse 1: Caskey] Coming on 4 years since my father died Sometimes I wish it was a homicide Make the pain a little easier to understand Self inflicted wounds be the sins of man Tens of grands flourish in my pockets on a regular now I ain't smoking regular now Famous numbers all in my cellular now Funny how the more respected I get The more I'm in doubt with the self loathing Designer brand frequent on my belt and clothing They see that as flashy And I'm like... word I see that as life's failed attempt to try and make me happy When it seems like everything that I could guard go and attack me I mean my heart got scars My car ain't even starting I'm on my last dollar, man I've been in the parking lot balled out, sipping the high life Contemplating taking my life My 'vice has always been "try to mimic my father And his decisions" but Jobbin' like that just got me the same collisions, I know When I'm in these large crowds I get petrified So excuse me if I step aside [Hook 1: Caskey] I always had a weak stomach I puked last night I was staring at the stars on the roof last night, aye Man, I always had a weak stomach I've been out here try to chill The drama keep coming (Coming, coming) Keep coming (Coming) The drama keep coming (Coming, coming) Man, I always had a weak stomach [Verse 2: Caskey] Yo, signing to a major label Was always fable - we didn't bank on Every table in my house got a drink on it Alcoholic ambition to try and ease the pain I ain't had no father figure to try and teach me, mane Rolling round, 16 years old, on the way to Vero Beach Reminiscing that heat was under my seat, for what? I guess I had something to prove Problem child, ain't got nothing to lose, Vodka induced And I'm rolling 'til my shock has reduce to the bare minimal On the borderline of being a criminal Becoming a byproduct all my homies, we're product for sale In and out of jail and what it entail Hail Mary inside the speaker while we bust the wide on Georgia Ave Sitting in the back with a gat Looking for them folk who robbed us last week, and we ain't sober Then I told Pimping to pullover [Hook 2: Caskey & (Machine Gun Kelly)] I always had a weak stomach I puked last night I was hanging out the window 'bout to shoot last night, aye Man, I always had a weak stomach I've been out here tryna chill The drama keep coming (Coming, coming) Keep coming (Coming) (Let some real mu'f**as speak) The drama keep coming (Coming, coming) (sh**, y'all know... Kells) Man, I always had a weak stomach [Verse 3: Machine Gun Kelly] But f** that Ain't no time for a sickness when you trying to get it (Nah) And all the time in this prison is spent finding a prism A way to turn one ray of light into colorful visions Carry on tradition for everyone who came from the ditches (Urghh) Rose from the dirt without a stain though Insane that some angels hang themselves with their own halo That's why I lay low Now my worst enemy is my mind Stare at a screen and watch these other artists take what is mine Sit by myself and smoke so much weed that it looks like I'm crying This life offers a lot, but one thing it does not is rewind. So I proceed forward And my standards for this game never lowered Ever since I became what they said I wouldn't I wanted more Dear lord save me from these snakes constricting like boas (Uh huh) Old friends at my doors Industry still ignore us Landlord on the phone is telling me I can't afford it I'm three months late Feel like a pregnant woman this chorus Cause of my weak stomach [Hook 3: Caskey] I always had a weak stomach I puked last night I was contemplating telling you the truth last night, aye Man, I always had a weak stomach I've been out here try to chill The drama keep coming (Coming, coming) Keep coming (Coming) The drama keep coming (Coming, coming) Man, I always had a weak stomach

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