Jerry's Record Store lyrics - Mac Miller

In your old man voice

Yeah, a one two, a one two

For one two, for one two

For one two, for one two

For one two, for one two

Uh uh nothin’ but rhymes its quite simple

Hey its what I create to eliminate the hate

Illuminate the night in the lightning

UFO sightings leave ‘em unidentified

Steady I be getting high

You ain’t got no herbal I’ma lend you mine

Its Doctor Octagon call him young phenomenon

I leave these rappers starving like its Ramadan

You are the wackest my style holographic

Had to put my city on the map shit

If you a fat kid go get active

If you a bad bitch then be a actress

Rap ease carnage, my family ain't the Partrige

Hard tricks flawless, trapeze artists

Take my life and put it in a photo album

How much money do I got? I don’t know who’s countin’

Fake muthafucka’s round me I could do without them

You keepin’ it a hundred I could use a thousand

I’m comin’ now, call a truce

I got a lot but, not to lose

I’m the shit makin’ hits call me Doctor Luke

And prescribing you a vibe for that awful mood

Why you sad all the time?

Jump off a roof

While I’m kicking it with Q-tip and Posdnuos

Tryna put me down well that’s futile ooh child

Supernatural message got you spooked out

Believe in God but don’t believe religion

Saying its the truth but never really listened

That’s another conversation though

Walking on the pavement home find a way to go

Maybe one might take the word Robert Frost

Blowin’ out steam but its all exhaust

We comin’ for your dollars better call the cops

You want a war? we got a nuclear holocaust

Yo E how many bars is that

Is it enough to give these haters all heart attacks

I been writing on the paper

Gave me carpal tunnel

Couple billion people are they all gon’ love you?

Hell no, hell no

I be grindin’ though the rain, sleet, hail, snow

Sticking to my word like its Velcro

On some shell toes, what else yo

Dope shit, go crazy

Kinda like the internet over Hov’s baby

My girl tell me Mac you a wierdo

I guarantee that baby be a super hero

This ain’t nothin’ but comes rhymes from my mind

That been stuck inside since the beginning of time

Chemical romance, slow dance with no pants

If I got my eyes on her playa you got no chance

This some simple shit I’m sure they fear

I’m just trying to explore whats real

Child of the blues never liked school

Been miseducated so word to Lauran hill

Music is my outlet walking through the polo store

In the studio wondering what I go home for

In my own world when I close the door

To the booth, young and searching for the truth

Like that, like that, like that, like that

And a little bit of this and a little bit of that

I just spit a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap

And if you got time, you can sit down

Listen to me now, pass the flow around

Hey thats some cypher shit, I know you like that shit

Freestyle in the air go and write that shit

I don’t write that bitch I got ill flows

Yeah I’m ill yo

And this is real yo

Mac Miller, gon’ kill those flows

Bouncing up and and down Yoyo’s

Head to ya toes

In the paint throwin’ bows