mgk - outlaw overture Lyrics

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 mgk - outlaw overture Lyrics 


Can't shut me up

I put my faith in a loaded gun, they

Try to cut me down

I was raised in a dying town, yeah


I miss my drugs

They've been my friends since twenty-one, still

I'm burning out

You'll probably die before I make you proud, yeah


All the pages are blank till my life goes to shit

I know I do that on purpose just to write again


Paint my car black (Paint it black)

Burn my last check (Burn it all)

Lose all contact (Gone again)

Fake my own death (Fuck it all)

Make me feel like I'm alive (Yeah)


Run, rebel, run

Don't let them turn you into what they want, I'm

Bad to the bone

Two wheels and the body's chrome, yeah


My speech still slurs

I started drinking after I left church, but

I still can't sleep

This medication doesn't work on me, no


Paint my car black (Paint it black)

Burn my last check (Burn it all)

Lose all contact (Gone again)

Fake my own death (Fuck it all)

Make me feel like I'm alive

Make me feel like I'm alive (Yeah, yeah)


Take me somewhere cheap

Where the livin' is easy

Out of all their reach

Set my spirit free


I feel

Confined by societal norms

I was born to walk the line

Survived bein' insecure

But it led to my decline


This time I don't think I'll turn back

This time I'ma do shit my way

I'm gone by the time they come back

This route is a one-road highway

Same face in a brand new wardrobe

My old clothes in gasoline

Smoke hand-rolled cigs, I'm an old soul

I feel just like James Dean


Take me somewhere cheap

Where the livin' is easy

Out of all their reach

Set my spirit free


What's left behind

What's left behind

Can't take it with me

Nothing's left behind

Nothing's left behind

Can't take it with me


Mmm, mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm, mmm

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