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letra de time travel (ride for this) - machine gun kelly & trippie redd

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[verse 1: machine gun kelly, trippie redd]
yeah, when i die, leave my chains on
when i’m alive i roll it, light it, smoke
it get me high, but that’s just how i brainstorm
ain’t this what we made for?
light a blunt, jump on a cloud, and then i fly away, and i can make it rainstorm
i been up, this day four
choppin’ up cocaine more, pullin’ out in that wraith car
pistol in the side door
what you feel alive for?
this ain’t what we cried for, this ain’t what we died for
keep a missile, that’s my sidearm (keep a missile)

[bridge: machine gun kelly, trippie redd]
leave out the crib, with all black, and mask, got me feeling like christian bale
i gotta cross out the faces on pictures, ’cause everyone dead or end up in jail
f-ckin’ this b-tch from thе back, but i won’t say a name, ’cause i do not kiss and tell
know that i’m hеaven-sent, but off the medicine, i might just give ’em h-ll

[chorus: machine gun kelly, trippie redd]
we gon’ ride for this, they gon’ die for this
back outside with this
change your mind with this
we gon’ ride for this, they gon’ die for this
back outside with this
change your mind with this
don’t got time for this, out my mind for this
too one-sided, b-tch, gotta see both sides of sh-t
it’s for life with this, it’s on sight with this
we got sights for this, got my stripes from this
[verse 2: machine gun kelly, trippie redd]
when i die, put my gang on, they know where my grave goin’
bury me back in cleveland inside of the coffin sleepin’ with the fangs on
i’ma real demon, keep a chainsaw
might f-ck this b-tch with my chains on, i don’t ever let the money change all
i was high as f-ck, in the ozone
she was high as f-ck on the unknown, she gon’ blow like a trombone
we gon’ let off the drumroll (grrt, doot, doot, doot), that’s a drum solo
i’m neiman with the sh-t, i heat up with the sh-t
i hit it like derek jeter with the sh-t, i’m sleepin’ with the sh-t
i’m paranoid keep a reap up in the sh-t, they creepin’ with the sh-t
i’m geekin’ off the sh-t, i’m tweakin’ off the sh-t
i chop a line, then i eat it off a b-tch
i’m mafioso with the meetings in this b-tch, they prayin’ i don’t got my demons in this b-tch

[verse 3: trippie redd]
shawty sucked the f-ckin’ s-m-n off my d-ck, i’ma demon child, real heathen in this b-tch
they want the smoke, bring the heat like a bic, ice on my neck turn the heat on lil’ b-tch
i started the car with the key to this sh-t, you ain’t wanna be done, well i breathe on this sh-t
f-ck world with it all, i’ma freeze it lil’ b-tch
big redd got a saw, backseat in this b-tch

- machine gun kelly trippie redd

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