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'No Miracles' Lyrics - Kid Ink ft. Elle Varner & MGK
Here is No Miracles Lyrics by Kid Ink Ft. Elle Varner & MGK

(Chorus)
I never waited on a miracle
There ain’t no miracles round here
There ain’t no miracles…
I’m not afraid of the impossible
There ain’t impossible round here
There ain’t impossible, no

(Verse)
I aint afraid, knowin’ shit’s gotta change
One day it’ll never be the same
Just look into my heart you can see the grind
Look into my eyes you can see the pain
Painted a perfect picture where I came from
Some nights when I thought I wouldn’t see the sun
Son raised, though daddy wasn’t home, word
Hard tryna hold it down like a short skirt
Skurr off from these niggas tryna hold me back
I will not lose, Hov told me that
Dreaming bout a moment that’ll change my life
I don’t never wanna wake up, turn off the lights
Gotta let it burn, I’ve been ready to ignite
I said nothing’s impossible
See me runnin through the city, no obstacles
No option two, one way to go

(Chorus)
I never waited on a miracle
There ain’t no miracles round here
There ain’t no miracles…
I’m not afraid of the impossible
There ain’t impossible round here
There ain’t impossible, no

(Verse)
I ain’t afraid, it’s nothing more I gotta say
To them haters middle finger, up to yo face
Facing so many problems, hate being tested
From a place where they waiting to see me arrested
No rest, tryna make it where I wanna go
Alumni but I couldn’t make the honoral
Too cool for school, I’m too rude with you
There’s no rules in the life we choose
I gotta ride for something, gotta die for something
Say you only live once, we’ll I keep it 100
Mo money, mo problems keep on coming
Tryin, a nigga go back but these niggas keep frontin
Right now everything going right, it could fuck up tonight though
Said nothing’s impossible
See me runnin through the city, no obstacles
No option two, one way to go

(Chorus)
I never waited on a miracle
There ain’t no miracles round here
There ain’t no miracles…
I’m not afraid of the impossible
There ain’t impossible round here
There ain’t impossible, no

(Verse)
I ain’t afraid, I’m already there
I just don’t know when we goin
It’s crazy how the devil gets us when we heaven-sent
My hands already red, I lost so many men
Heavy is the head that bares the crown that I’m wearin man
I was a loser just tryna fit and I let em in
But those were school days, I grew up, now I’m on Letterman
I never thought that a song I wrote in a minivan
Would ever have the impact I’m reading inside these letters man
Dear Kells I heard yo story and felt it man
Your voice inspires, I feel like I can do anything
By the way, I sent you something from my brother
Open it up, a razor felt, it was a cutter, damn!
What if you were me, in 2003?
Rap was just a dream back when dreams burning like CD’s, feed em to the streets
Would you let adversity as you are, come for money
Guys you all realize everything you need’s inside you

(Chorus x2)
I never waited on a miracle
There ain’t no miracles round here
There ain’t no miracles…
I’m not afraid of the impossible
There ain’t impossible round here
There ain’t impossible, no

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Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s

I’m an Eastside Cleveland wild boy, Eastside Cleveland wild boy
We got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like cowboys
You’re a white flag, throw that towel boy
I’ma jump right in that crowd boy
You’re a Shhh! keep it down boy
And I’ma f-ck you blow that loud boy
All I know is how to kill every one than myself
All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells
I am untouchable, you would think I was in jail
But I’m in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel
Bring it back into the states, put it on a scale
Measure out a half a eighth, put it in a shell
Split it then I roll it and light it up like it’s Independence Day
I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
Snap back with my city on it
Text back with your titties on it
Levis, put your kitty on it
Start grinding like the Clipse is on it
Drink until I get pissy biatch
Smoke until I get dizzy biatch
Lose control like Missy
But I’m a bad boy cause I’m with Diddy biatch

Uh uh
There he go that’s John Doe
Uh uh
There he go that’s John Doe
Uh yeah
There he go that’s John Doe
Nevermind that’s just Kells with that Heat, no LeBron though

Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need..

[Waka Flocka]
Brick Squad!!!
Uh oh here come that bullsh-t
Beat a n-gga ass til the DJ stop the music
They say they want that wild sh-t, mosh pit, pop off in the crowd b-tch
I’m so motherf-cking violent
Yeah b-tch yeah b-tch I’m with Steve-O
We bustin bottles with bad b-tches, blowin weed smoke
Yeah b-tch yeah b-tch I’m with Steve-O
Royal rumble in the club John Ceno
I’m screamin Riverdale everywhere I go
I throw that Benz hoe, (hey shawty) drop it low
F-ck 5-0, I make my own rules
Suck my dragon balls b-tch call me Goku
Yeah!
This liquor got the best of me
Yeahhhhhhhh!
This liquor got the best of me
Machine Gun Kelly, Flocka that’s the recipe
You gon’ need king kong if you step to me

Yeah Cobain’s back
Yeah Cobain’s back
Got these crazy white boys yellin Cobain’s back
I call my weed Nirvana
Smells like teen spirit
And my pack’s so f-ckin loud you can’t hear it (what?)
Ahhhhh!

Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s

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