MACHINE GUN KELLY | Pretty Toxic Revolver Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Danger, one of us just lost our savior

Gotta maintain when you’re going insane, so I say this prayer

Dear God, why do I need this medicine to control my anger?

And do you even exist? They’re trying to say it’s a myth

Lotta things left unsaid, lotta things left unanswered

My aunt just passed from cancer

Dad just got out of rehab

And mom’s never gonna show up, gotta grow up

Ride with me through the memories inside of me

‘Til the nights I was hooked on the ivory

Head hurting all week ’cause of bad coke

Then the same week Peep overdosed, that’s fucked up

But I guess I lucked up

And I feel this pain because it probably won’t be until

The day I die that they love us

But trust, every nomination I don’t get

Every list that I ain’t on

Is a reminder of why I wrote songs in the first place

As a way to escape where I came from

[Chorus]

This just my pretty toxic

Heavy conscience weighing on my soul

Six shots in my revolver

When I’m on my own

[Verse 2]

Play this song

On the first day I am gone, I do not want you to cry

Legends never die, I hope our story’s told

And the year spent on that road

Before they came to our shows

We were creating our lane, I hope they pave it in gold

Take me home, somewhere I belong

Somewhere foreign, looks like Dali’s drawing

Yeah, isn’t it funny that whenever you got a vision

A mission and a couple of plans to go with it

Somebody gotta come along mad and damage it

Like a cancer that inhabits never banishes

I managed to smoke five grams of cannabis

And still keep my stamina for the fans and the goddamn cameras

That attack my stance like Evangelists

I said truth and they couldn’t handle it

So when it sinks you stand in it

I guess this is my Titanic

With no James Cameron to direct this draft of it

Just my

[Chorus]

Pretty toxic heavy conscience

Weighing on my soul

Six shots in my revolver

When I’m on my own, back against the wall

It got me anxious

Helpless, frigid, cold

Late nights drinking on my own

Now I’m fearless, Al Capone

To my dearest, I ain’t gone