Machine Gun Kelly - Another Classic Lyrics
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    Another Classic

    [Chorus]
    You know we gotta keep it gutter like this
    Now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic
    You know we gotta keep it gutter like this
    Now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic
    You know we gotta keep it gutter like this
    So get your hands up, up, up
    Come on!

    [Verse 1]
    Magic, this to be definition of classic
    Hatin’, this track is madness
    I remember back when I was a token Anglo-Saxon
    But they ain’t loved me for my raps then, uh-uh
    But now, they feel me like a massage
    They ask for classics, so [?] out the garage
    I grab my book and spit a couple of bars
    They say I’m not of this world
    And they correct, I’m posted up with the stars
    But when I’m down to Earth, I’m loiterin’, my boys and them
    Kickin’ it at the corner store we’re full of drinks [affordable?]
    Couple blocks down, it’s [?]
    See a couple shorties, so we went to get digits in my mobile phone
    Tower city [packin’ out aroma smoke?]
    Want so much money, you’d think our pockets would overdose
    Head down to [?]
    Watch the city lights bright up the sky
    Yo, this is classic

    [Chorus]
    You know we gotta keep it gutter like this
    Now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic
    You know we gotta keep it gutter like this
    Now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic
    You know we gotta keep it gutter like this
    So get your hands up, up, up
    Come on!

    [Verse 2]
    Spectacular like the Temptations
    Magical like a show and little bitch is wearin’ makeup
    It’s the wakeup
    I’m a star like [Jones?] women’s cologne
    And I shine like the stones from Sierra Leone
    This is classic, to match when I’m wearing over my feet?
    Priceless like a ‘76 Chevy Caprice
    I was born and raised on that old school shit
    [?] What them talkin’ bout, we live
    [?]
    Every week, my auntie got me the Lunchables
    Boy now think back, Thundercats, them cartoons we loved and that
    I had the neighborhood big wheel, we havin’ fun with that
    Show him TV raps and daddy can’t change, those were the days, mane
    Little kids hollerin’, “Come out and play, mane”
    And when we tired, sippin’ Mama’s Kool-Aid
    [But lonely sandwiches?], my dude, we had it made

    [Outro]
    That was classic

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