, Lemme take a little sip of the vitamin water and little hit of the kushi I'm good, Chillin up in the clouds u wanna fuck my day up man I wish u would
again Lace Up Cleveland's on the map again Kells Yeah and when I step into the biulding Everybody put they mother fuckin hands up (Put em up, put em up, lace up
young kid The schools most popular lame No friends No style, no clothes, no ends Just a bed for sleepin never woke up again Yeah, and my last prayer Was don't ever let me end up
nuthin, So I take a hit of this Alice now I'm hopin for somethin Fuck all the puffin, elmer it up get to the huffin, Treat it like christmas turkeys open up
you'll see me Uh, there I go 2 clicks north of the bronx Whoever thought she would found love in a stereo 2 headphones and a box She gets me up Every
that But when I come around Better tuck your sack It's EST all around the world So the whole planet got my back Fuck your cars Fuck your clothes Walk up
I tell her! You know how we ride! They tried sleepin on the front coast And these 808 woke them the fuck. Lace up till you face up E. S. T for the death
said I got 24 hours in a dream right? Well I'm a show these people how to dream right I go to sleep when I wanna live my real life Cause wakin up doesnt
can't It's stupid as fate This is the life I chose And I don't have room for mistakes But everyday I wanna give up Stomach hurtin like I did a sit up
you I fell flat on my face but didn't lose Look, this love's killing me Literally Everytime I start to pick you up You finish me Used to love waking up
alter ego in my world Well it feels like the world is spinning round, and angels asking if I'll be coming down But I don't know if I wanna do that, because up
't know any other way to do it And it's my victory music, yeah, it's my victory music I like the way this feels man, Kells bring it back to the map, right up
me The verdict is I'm the truth You could thank today's jury If you want to judge you come walk a mile in my chucks But the road sucks better lace up
up no shirt still got sleeves And I'm good from the heights to 116th Mother fucker this me Kells Fuck the fame Still roll through the blocks where they up
even get a grip of my life with pliers I'm fucked up in the head Close my eyes cause I see demons 'round my bed So depressed open 'em up hoping I'm dead
up Now with that being said Bring me all the girls in the world In a pool in my penthouse suite And open up the shades Get a view of the world Out a window up
all those places. I be, half naked and almost famous. And when I get up I ain't changin', tell the world lace up. Yea, come rage with the Machine bitch
