Be More Chill – More Than Survive lyrics

[Chorus 1]
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go

[Verse]
I’m waiting for my porno to load
My brain is gonna freakin’ explode
And now, of course, it’s time to hit the road
Which means I’ll be uncomfortable all day
But that really isn’t such a change
If I’m not feeling weird or super strange
My life would be in utter disarray
‘Cause freaking out is my okay
Good morning time to start the day!

[Chorus 1]
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go

[Verse]
Should I take a bus or walk instead?
I feel my stomach filling up with dread
When I get nervous my whole face goes red
Dude, weigh the options calmly and be still
A junior on the bus is killer weak
But if I walk when I arrive I’m gonna straight up reek
And my boxers will be bunchy and my pits will leak
Ugh, God, I wish I had the skill
To just be fine and cool and chill

[Chorus 2]
I don’t wanna be a hero
Just wanna stay in the line
I’ll never be your Rob DeNiro
For me Joe Pesci is fine
So I follow my own rules
Amnd I use them as my tools
To stay alive
I don’t wanna be special, no, no
I just wanna survive

[Chorus 1]
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go

[Verse]
I navigate the dangerous hall
Focus on a poster there on the wall
Amvoiding any eye contact at all
Amnd trying hard to remain unseen
The poster’s closer now, what does it say?
It’s a sign-up for the after-school play

[pause]
It’s a sign-up sheet for getting called gay
And that’s not what I need right now
End scene
I hang a left and there’s
Christine…
Christine…
Christine…
Christine Canigula
Christine…

[Verse]
Well, that was smooth
Yeah, that was super pimp
My Mac Daddy game couldn’t be more limp
No time to wallow, no, instead,
Just clear your brain and move ahead
Amccept that you’re one of those guys
Who’ll be a virgin ’til he dies
I don’t wanna be a baller
Just want some skills to count on
If my nuts were any smaller
They would be totally gone
If I continue at this rate
The only thing I’ll ever date
Is my MacBook Pro hard drive
I don’t wanna be Clooney, no, no
I just wanna survive
Michael!

[Verse]
Jeremy, my buddy
How’s it hanging?
Lunch is banging
Had my sushi,
Got my slushie and more!
The roll was meki maki
Amnd I’m feeling kinda cocky
‘Cause that girl at Sev’ Elev’ gave me a generous pour
Oh, I’m listening to Marley
Amnd the groove is sounding gnarly
Amnd we’re almost at the end of this song
Yeah, that was the end
Now tell me friend
How was class?
You look like ass
What’s wrong?

[Verse]
Christine…
Christine…
Christine…
Christine Canig – u – la
Christine…
Christine…
Christine…
Christine Canig – u – la
Christine Canigula

[Bridge]
I feel my body moving through the air
See my converse walking over there
Take a shaky breath and I prepare
Who cares if people think I’m lame
Christine signed, I’ll do the same
I grab the pen, I write my name

[Chorus 2]
I’m never gonna be the cool guy
I’m more the one who’s left out
Of all the characters at school
I am not the one who the story’s about
Why can’t someone just help me out
And teach me how to thrive
Help me to more than survive!

[Outro]
(Ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
More than survive!)
(Na, na na na na na na na na na
More than survive!)
(Na, na na na na na na na na na)
If this was an apocalypse
I would not need any tips
In how to stay alive
But since the zombie army’s yet to descend
Amnd the period is going to end
I’m just trying my best to pass the test and
Survive!
(C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon, go, go)
Survive!
(C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon, go, go!)
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go… go!)

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, red light’s on in the Boulevard
That means business
Throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna

[Verse 1]
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need Deniro or I’ll Rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shelves need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill the Moët bottle with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?
They be asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

[Verse 2]
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty
Should’ve never got us started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick
8 ball, and a suede robe – rockstars don’t say no!
This beat so flame, though; I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna!
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party

[Break]
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Need double mercy Marty
Should’ve never got it started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

Kollegah – Joe Pesci (Golden Era Tourtape Album)

[Part 1]
Triff mich auf der Wiener Oper, la vida loca wie Rita Ora
Deine Bitch wird übers Knie gelegt wie Schienbeinschoner
Ich pack’ die Riesencobra aus, beim Sex gibt’s prima Koka
Und man sieht uns beide nackt zieh’n wie die Wiesenbroker
Mach nicht auf real, du Poser, was für kredibiler Soldier?
Mann, du bist höchstens mal bei Fifa Baller mit Spielcontroller
Ein Punch, du liegst im Koma
Deine Eier findet nicht mal der versierteste Biologe unter ‘nem Mikroskopglas
Ich fick’ deine Bitch, sie ist spitz wie ‘n Säbelzahntigerstoßzahn
Ihr Geschrei lässt die Scheiben spring’n wie’n Edelstahlmieletoaster
Chil’ beim Casinopoker
JBG der Film kommt, vorausgesetzt unser Bizeps passt auf ein Kinoposter
Während die Shisha lodert
Inhalier’ ich als passiver Smoker dank Ali das Cannabis-Sativaweed-Aroma
Häng’ mit zwei Latinahoes ab
Sie machen rum und ich find’ die küssten sich total geil wie bei ‘ner Karibikbootsfahrt

[Hook]
Joe Pesci, ich bin Joe Pesci
So heavy, no Nelly
Jetzt nenn’n mich die Hoes Daddy, Joe Pesci
Was für Telefon? Ich schlag’ dich mit der ganzen Telefonzelle
So heavy, Rose Daddy
Ich bin Joe Pesci