Glow lyrics - Mac Miller (with Pharrell Williams)

[Pharrell]
You see that glow that high gloss
That high gloss, that high gloss
You see that glow, that high gloss
That high gloss, that high gloss
Here we go…

[Mac Miller - Verse 1]
I fuck around with them playmates
Twenty thousand my day rate
Eating seven course meals now
People say that I gained weight
All you rappers you ain’t safe
More money same face
Been the shit still the shit
Just double up, exchange rate
Guess who just grown up now
You can all sit the fuck down
Had to speak to P, said I need the beat
To show these clowns I don’t fuck around
Asking me about money, wonder what’s my net worth
People try to come sue me, but I call up J.G. Wentworth
Yeah I glow, they don’t
I suppose let ‘em go
Spend 10 racks on my coat
Fuck a whip just bought me a boat
My flow is gross
Be bread, get it I was toast
Without one, you reaching
You ain't close, get it, no

[Chorus]
Oh you ain’t now (oh you ain’t now)
Since I was born (since I was born)
My mind was gone (my mind was gone)
Know I was poor
Don’t mind any bitch I just go (I just go)
And my wrist was cold (wrist was cold)
My world was snow (my world was snow)
What I need light fo’
Girl I’m white as a bitch, I just glow
I’m so special (I’m so special)
I’m so special (I’m so special)
I’m so special (I’m so special)
Girl I’m white as a bitch I just glow
I’m so special (I’m so special)
I’m so special (I’m so special)
I’m so special (I’m so special)
Girl I’m white as a bitch I just glow

[Mac Miller - Verse 2]
I rap a lot, rap a lot, don’t be afraid it’s just after shock
Yeah jam like when Shaq grab the rock
I’m going in like a Magic shot
Don’t rap sweet like apricots
Shut the fuck up you don’t have to talk
I’ma lay back with my ass on top
Got the game on match a lot muthafucker
You don’t see cash a lot, bitch stop acting like you bad you not
I put my dick in her ass and twat and she look back like thats the spot
Call me, I’m counting money, play around with money
Y’all ain’t shit without ya money
Life ain't all about the money
Well it kinda is if you out of money
Mac Millions that’s the name
Most dope that’s the game
Drunk bitch so glad you came
Saw her taking off her clothes tryin have the train
Hoes love us, tryna fuck us with no rubbers
Fuck that, we fuck each other, on tour we make her fuck the runner
Muthafucker just shit you need
You ain’t fuck around my team
Cause you living all of your dreams
Here to kill your self esteem
And my flow is pyro
Smoke blunts 'til my eyes close
Middle finger up high though
End this song on a high note

[Chorus]

I’m just eating that pink slime
Bitch that pink slime
Muthafuckerrrrrrr...!!!

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Onaroll lyrics - Mac Miller (with Pharrell)

Yeah, I be eatin' that Pink Slime
Ha ha here we go

[Verse 1]
Got my chick makin' drinks with that cream, while I'm takin' sips of that lean
Life ain't a bitch if you make a wish, you might break a record like me
Got a mill at age nineteen, but I may just give that back
To show my friends I could do it again if I started all from scratch
All I do is rap, you can run and tell them hoes that
Pipe like a plumber it's nice with no rubber, she like when I fuck her like that
This rap's what I do, but I been fly, been fly
You're now inside of my sick mind, that Pink Slime, that Pink Slime

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck, what more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?

[Verse 2]
Go a hundred miles an hour, ride around the city
Smokin' on that sour, couple bad ones with me
Used to rock all my brother's clothes
Now designer brands, got a bunch of those
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold
Ridin' by the cops, I'm like fuck em' though
Hoes turn bent for that Hermes, I'm bustin' nuts on her fur vest
My life is like a circus, my head's a little unfurnished
She on a roll, she Dean's list, her ass round like Venus
My penis, her cleavage, that freaky bitch need Jesus

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck, what more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?

[Verse 3]
I'm switchin' up my flows, sellin' out these shows
Pop a bottle of Dom P, then spill it all on my clothes
Damn Mac, you're so grown, made a business all on my own
These labels callin' my phone, but I made this business all on my own
Give me that bass bitch, I'm a bass head, let it break shit til it make a mess
I wrote myself another blank check, I'm fuckin it', need a AIDS test
Win the Heisman, I'm MVP, Dan Marino, you Sandusky
MC Hammer, they can't touch me, Skateboard P, he be on that beat

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck, what more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?

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mixtape: "Delusional Thomas" (2013)



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Larry lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse 1:]
Yo yo yo, yo, yo
I'm sicker than a biohazard psychopathic murderer
Speak to Jews in German words, I go to church with burgalers
Further further, word of the undead, blunt to the head
Fuck feds, I eat pussy 'til my tongue red
Period, or redder than it is already, serious
But they laugh and read at my obituary, he's
Clinically braindead, blowed up
A semi-automatic star aiming for these saints heads, I'm pure evil
This' a rogue world with more AIDS and more needles
I cure people from starvation when I forcefeed you
Illuminati party, I'm gettin' sworn in
Tattoos of baby Jesus burned in my foreskin
I fuck with God, the world treat me like the underdog
Bitch ass rappers, all they do is hug a lot
But fuck love, put a gun to my head and pull it
Just to show you I'm not defeated by a bullet
My soul live forever full of addictive pleasures
Chivalry, Satan conversation from the ministry
Army of fans like a hundred million mini-mes
Take 'em to the top of the mountain, have 'em drink the punch

[Break:]
Mmm, watch the bodies drop

[Verse 2:]
Yo yo yo, yo
I shoot you with a bow and arrow just to watch you die slow
My eyes glow, hues from the times of the Mayans
Sniff lines of coke until my septum starts firin' and my face melt
Get some road head, wearin' a safe-belt
Body full of hate cells, all this shit is science
Went to Zion just to talk to God and form alliance
It's best to know your enemies better than they know themselves
Read the bible, overwhelmed, knowin' I'm a go to hell
Chivalry, same conversation with the ministry
Tell God the word he gifted me is full of misery
These sharp needles in the veins of dark people, that's the harsh evil
All these snakes, rats, and weasles
Who are waitin' for us all to die, just to see who qualifies
To watch the choir harmonize
It all is lies

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Halo lyrics - Mac Miller

[Intro:]
Yo, once again
It's a riot, better close the street

[Verse 1:]
Pathological liar
Went to my girlfriend's house and set her dog on fire
Blamed it on her little brother, got him sent to juvi
Fucked her in the bathroom while her dad was watching movies
Reach inside my backpack for the fully loaded uzi
Started shootin' up the room he was in
That Chappelle's Show episode, you know, Paul Mooney was in
Told her everything would be alright, just don't scream as I dismount
Left the crib, started searching for a discount
Exorcist, I need to get some help with this
Once as sweet as Welch's is, I think he went insane though
Must've been the drugs in him, he loved to sniff the yay-yo
If Satan could accompany a halo
Then one day, maybe I could be somebody's angel
Catalogue of greatest hits, sacred does what sacred is
The people raise they brows when you weird as Al Yankovic
I just wanna make out with bitches and play with tits
Snort H and shit, just forget what day it is
I'm eatin' sator with Clinton and Ralph Nader
Tradin' acres and bettin' millions against the Lakers
Spittin' out what used to be your favorite flavor
Sentenced into hell, but I'm out on good behavior
Look, got a new neighbor

[Verse 2:]
Still alive from a room of melted candles
Lost my job, now I'm in New York sellin' sandals
Saw Michael Jackson in S.W. Randall's
Introduced my youngest cousin to him, told him he was DTF
He probably had some freaky sex, really I'm not worried
Already plan to kill myself when the clock hits 7: 30
My head is dirty, took a suicide dive into some cow manure
Now I'm chillin' chop and screwin' Al B. Sure!
I got the clap from a bitch in El Salvador
So I grabbed her house phone and strangled her without the cord
Sorry I was bored, guess I'm quite sadistic
Misfit, dipshit, he's always pessimistic
Stuck in prison currently, my family never visits
Psychological problems is really none of your business
These serial killer fantasies
You mention something sick and twisted, everybody panicy
Reading Hamlet out loud in a room by myself
Give different characters different voices, I guess it helps
With the storyline and the flow of the plot
Got a gun in my dresser and it's holding a sh...

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Halo lyrics - Mac Miller

[Intro:]
Yo, once again
It's a riot, better close the street

[Verse 1:]
Pathological liar
Went to my girlfriend's house and set her dog on fire
Blamed it on her little brother, got him sent to juvi
Fucked her in the bathroom while her dad was watching movies
Reach inside my backpack for the fully loaded uzi
Started shootin' up the room he was in
That Chappelle's Show episode, you know, Paul Mooney was in
Told her everything would be alright, just don't scream as I dismount
Left the crib, started searching for a discount
Exorcist, I need to get some help with this
Once as sweet as Welch's is, I think he went insane though
Must've been the drugs in him, he loved to sniff the yay-yo
If Satan could accompany a halo
Then one day, maybe I could be somebody's angel
Catalogue of greatest hits, sacred does what sacred is
The people raise they brows when you weird as Al Yankovic
I just wanna make out with bitches and play with tits
Snort H and shit, just forget what day it is
I'm eatin' sator with Clinton and Ralph Nader
Tradin' acres and bettin' millions against the Lakers
Spittin' out what used to be your favorite flavor
Sentenced into hell, but I'm out on good behavior
Look, got a new neighbor

[Verse 2:]
Still alive from a room of melted candles
Lost my job, now I'm in New York sellin' sandals
Saw Michael Jackson in S.W. Randall's
Introduced my youngest cousin to him, told him he was DTF
He probably had some freaky sex, really I'm not worried
Already plan to kill myself when the clock hits 7: 30
My head is dirty, took a suicide dive into some cow manure
Now I'm chillin' chop and screwin' Al B. Sure!
I got the clap from a bitch in El Salvador
So I grabbed her house phone and strangled her without the cord
Sorry I was bored, guess I'm quite sadistic
Misfit, dipshit, he's always pessimistic
Stuck in prison currently, my family never visits
Psychological problems is really none of your business
These serial killer fantasies
You mention something sick and twisted, everybody panicy
Reading Hamlet out loud in a room by myself
Give different characters different voices, I guess it helps
With the storyline and the flow of the plot
Got a gun in my dresser and it's holding a sh...

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Vertigo lyrics - Mac Miller

He must be off his rocker, got the chopper in his locker
Cock it, let it go {POW} turn these fruits into some vegetables
Ex and oh, semi-loaded up, bitch I'm surgical
Your head explodes, your chest get opened up, like convertibles
(Woah...)
You now experiencing vertigo
This that in the dungeon, hermit flow
Now it's gettin personal
Sharpen swords soldiers like I'm Percival
Chill with Richard Branson, smoking blunts inside the terminal
Virgin Air, phone ain't getting service there
Murk um if a person speak a word or stare
Nobody move, leave these bitches bloody bruised
Here to murder me, you, your momma, and your cousin too
It's nothing new, simply we don't fuck with you
This the stroke of a genius
Light the smoke then go float with a Phoenix
I'm walking by humbly, looking pretty troubling
It's all good they don't notice I'm Jesus

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Bill lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Earl Sweatshirt & Bill)

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]
And he's still so delusional
Stooping low as burials at funerals
Fucked the fame, dropped an album
Dipped with the recoupables
My hoodie up, hide my face cause I ain't not good enough
My bitch stay my bitch, so don't look
She keep that pussy tucked
Now things are looking up
Recommend the mescaline digesting your intestines
With intentions of a section? up
Heavens no, my head is high cause hell is cold
The bitch I'm smashing into fashion
But I know the devil wear a leopard coat
Back when Johnny Carson was dicking down Dolly Parton
Beg your pardon this my third life
I'm parking on the turnpikes
Searching for the circus lights
These demons never worked for Christ
Ain't fuckin with no churches, we was all about that murder life
Samurai, murk you like you sure I'm nice
Syrup turn to purple Sprite, you find that shit that we already know
Sick of politickin, as they talkin, trying not to listen

[Hook:]
On the real young goon?
Real young goon
I'm a real young goon

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
It's the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV park
So holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, nigga
Salty tee off with us just know that T brought villain
My nigga we all itching to see you dropped
And I don't wanna chop it up, I never front like I'm the nicest
Fame fazed him not the slightest, aim stainless touch your iris
Take paper out your pocket, just as sure as Toyo tires round
That fucking little schisty clown is back in full effect
Little teeny tiny Sweat, he biting bitches by the neck
Got my fucking dick as long as lists of shit I should regret
I'm just a little bit depressed that's why the winter fit him best
I guess I'm biased to the cold, mix the Ritalin and sess
Because I like the highs and lows and I also like the checks
That I'm siphoning from shows, bitch and triple six the set
Run it back, tight as Corey Duffel pants
Doing niggas dirty as the motherfucking plunging cap
My main and my ex screaming like it's a habit
I move immune in between 'em because I'm diplomatic
Catch me in your city passive, cleaning up my shitty act
And bitches say them gritty raps be making up for shit he lacking
Sixes and them kitty cats that got him missing Jerry's Thomas
Burpin' words that's hotter than the pocket where he carry chronic
Very awesome so spare the comments, I'm bi-coastal
Paid and chugging forties you niggas can keep your wine toasted
No high, no moving in that fine dutty wine motion
Load and tell a cop to suck a dick with my fly open, nigga

[Verse 3: Bill]
Look, fuck these written, I don't watch 106 and Park
I skate through the park in my 106s
Smoke blunts in the dark with some porno bitches
You just see the spark in the blunts like I'm porno flickin
Got the hormones tripping, I'm also dripping
Daily breads tatted on my chest and my torso
And it's never gonna fade and like me eyes
So I got trip like Psilocybin, eyes wider than Ohio
I'm going global, what you ain't a local?
Going postal if you think we won't go through what you won't do
Watch the throne muthafucka cause we noted you
Older school Most Dope solider I got the pro with tools
Me and Clock get it in like we supposed
Just don't act like you know us
When you see us getting over views
You're older news, I choose to move over you
I watch like a boat, now I'm colder than a frozen you
You don't know where we're going so just hold the news
I never got over fake rappers and the overview
I'm not a rapper, I'm just scolding you
So go home, we folded you
Like wallets, I'm just holding you

[Outro:]
You can't see me, when I'm rolling
I got that weed nigga, so I'm swerving
Niggas know me in the hood
Niggas call me Tina Turner
Roll a... and get turnt up
Nigga we burnin, bitch nigga

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72 lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse 1:]
Continue to spread diseases, with my aids infested penis
Putting seeds inside of bitches, give birth to retarded fetuses
I am yet to witness success with less of a gimmick
It's either fun, happy, festive or evil anti-religious, so
I guess I'm chilling with criminals, in a world full of cowards
I see them throwing subliminals, dissing is pitiful
My condition is critical, yeah I'm dying quickly
I'm calling out for help but everybody dying with me
I find it a pity how all of my crimes been petty
Run in your house with a semi, turn your kids to confetti
Feed the scraps to the dogs
Load up the rifle then come after the blogs
All ya'll can suck my dick, you see
I'm after pussy, money, little serendipity
Yes, I'm dipping all my limbs in gold, bitch, I'm worth a fortune
Walking abortion, horror-core, mega-morphin'
Face disfigured, yeah my thoughts are numb
Stick out like a... sore-thumb
Not as dumb as all these people think
My mom said I need a shrink...

[Verse 2:]
Fuck everything you stand fo
I ain't gotta be humble I'm the man ho
I've been getting into trouble like hopping in a car
Saw you walking out the store like "Where'd my van go?"
And now my show's too good to get canceled
You a pussy, all distressed, like a damsel
Bet your brother handsome, these evil eyes were hazel
Hang him by his ankles, sit back and watch him dangle
Space boots, sipping straight goose, obliterated warfare
Catastrophic bombs, I'm giving acid to my moms
Hack into the government, computer system fill the world
With superstition, cruel intentions, welcome to a new religion
Open up your mouth and then I'm pooping in it
I lose endorsements cause I'm too sadistic
But, super-prolific, fuck her and her friends
She tell me that their cootchie itches
My dick is booty scented

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The Jesuits lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Da$h)

[Verse 1:]
From, yeah, from, from, from, from
Right out the backyard, rhymes out the crack jarred
The facts are that Mac brought the cash for the caviar
Laugh hard staying out the way of bad karma
And black tar covered demons when they have drama
You latch onto hope, but it ain't working out
This garden snake you knew done grew into a serpent now
And my mind is perverted, foul, wow
My time, you've got to earn it now
Alright, dance circles around the lava
And bitches coming over just to twerk around the casa
Yeah, lemme see that ass, bitch (haha)
Yeah, as the Virgin Mary get defloured
Arouse her, and let her put her mouth in my trousers
Woke up, made a couple million fore I showered
Spent an hour with Jack Bauer
And the kids from Rocket Power watching television
Sometimes the truth is better when it's fiction
It's never written, never find a bed in prison
Dealing with addictions
When I beat it then it's switching to something else
Shit, I'm only running from myself
But, I'm running fast and I'm tired

[Verse 2: Da$h]
Fucking sleeping, man
Give me some fucking orange juice
Some peyote in that shit
My whole fucking life is a science experiment (buggin')
Terrorist rhetoric, instead make the Devil flinch
Paint his head with gin, the roof is scabbin'
Finna peel off, sky's teal hand rolling in...
... bit harder to look at, put a home invasion
Throw the earnings in my book-bag
Learned about that Xanax and...
Ain't nobody really ever taught me how to cook crack, but
I got about half a rite-aid in my book-bag
Bitch, I'm always high, that's why I look sad
Black bag full of kush, burn the same bush
Moses had a conversation with... bitch Croatian dick
We wanna train you, finna thank the bitch
The new wage, Johnny Blaze and shit
I got the homies in your neighborhood
Knocking like these niggas lost a dog
Momma looking for her boy she better call the morgue
I'm a ball hog, I tell my niggas, I ain't finna pass it
You ain't gonna dunk, smoking the Hawaiian skunk
Elephant tusk necklace just to provide the stunt
Wear a Waldo outfit, you were to find me once
I hit the ocean floor inside a slut
Disintegrated to the finest dust, I'm out, nigga
Like that...

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Dr. Thomas lyrics - Mac Miller

To be honest, I'm a walking contradiction
I balance family time with drug addiction
To summarize, when the sun dies evil comes alive
Mother Mary twerk well, watch her work those thunder thighs
Falling from the sky, sick of all these fucking lies
Do without the morals man, smiles such a dumb disguise
Otherwise we'll worry about your murder at another time
I need to get my dick wet, distractions help me think best
As a kid, I was a big pest
Annoying, and burning ants deserved to get destroyed
These aliens and droids were coming do some abducting
These cunning extraterrestrials turned to maximum decimals
Most impeccable, live amongst the vegetables
Asexual, here to heal the Devil's wounds
Speaking so delicate, stench is that of a desolate place
Rid of these testaments, lose your life to the scent of it
End of it, jumping off the tower of Babylon
Cremate my body, dump my ashes on the gravel
There's poison in my satchel, a bit of that razzle-dazzle
My journey is to the castle to battle with all the cattle
From the saddle of my horse tied to the tabernacle
Ripping out Adam's apple and creation as we know it
Not a poet, I'm a motherfucking psychopath
Who takes ricin baths and wants to chop his wife in half
Woah, I maybe hit her with a Tyson jab
I'm infested with the lice and crabs
Party with the kikes and fags
Till I collapse until a pile of ash
Just an angel with a violent past
You, or me, who I'm gonna kill first
Fuck the clubs, see these drugs that's the real thirst
I hope these pills work, hot as Demonstealer?
And watch the sinners turn to killers
Okay, my hearse is made of gold, the spirits take control
I paved the road with endangered souls
I'm tormented, my sky's floor-scented
I'm pouring belief, ignore credit
I killed a dentist cause he said he was a doctor
Fucking dentist ain't a doctor

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Labido lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse 1:]
I'm a mother fucking God, I swear
Everybody gonna die soon, I'll meet you guys there
Somewhere in the after life imagine about a livin'
All my brothers sinnin' I just pray they all forgiven
But, as for me I'll take my thoughts... and stride
I got way too much pride to be along just for the ride
I'm way too high to go to Hell, I'll be somewhere inbetweener
Look beyond horizons where the grass is always greener
Get lunch at the strip club, bitch be complaining
Always saying I don't tip enough
I already blew my son's college fund down at the casino
Betting on Pittino's boys, I lost by a freethrow
Hella weed smoke, me and my amigos
Stacking c-notes, praying like Tim Tebow
I'm a has-been, word to Uncle Rico
Keep on smashing these freak hoes, high off labido

[Verse 2:]
I couldn't kill myself if I tried
Suicide doors on my ride, coming down the 105, backwards
Wonder if Heaven got a passsword
Playing Sega Saturn, I ball like Jamal Mashburn
Still be fasting on the holidays
Nut inside a bitche's mouth, tell her that it's holiday's... sauce
Star of David and the cross, garage door close
Trying to inhale exhaust
Exhausted, better call the cops quick
Cause I'm by myself going crazy in a moshpit
Left hook, right hook, uppercut
God and the Devil playing double-dutch

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Melvin lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse:]
I cordially invite you to performances in Normandy
I formally was more of a morally well-rounded human
Zooming through this industry, booming with opportune movements
I moved units, we, the new Christ and new Judas
Priest when I feast on these beats I'm producin'
This mind that I'm losing, got time that I'm watching passing
Think you had it bout up to here with my obnoxious ass
Bought an apple out the rotten batch
Your little sister probably kill you for my autograph (pow)
I tell a bitch sample the misogyny
All black Benz but the inside mahogany
Comedy, drop bombs, and humbly kill shit
You got that one homie, you be fucking with pills with
The illness, medicated natural phosphor
Sip a cold lager just to turn to Kevin Cosner
Dip out in a tripped out flying saucer
Head out to the jungle sippin' ayahuasca
Say it's bad luck to go and sit in a casket
So me and my homies we be spitting that whack shit, only

[Outro:]
Am I rolling
Would you wash the feet of ugly Jesus
When he's coming for your pontoon boat
Everybody's going to jail this time

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Grandpa Used To Carry A Flask lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]
(Yeah, yeah)
What happens when I'm suicidal, vibrations up through my spinal
From the hits to the vinyl, my mind will be in the bible
I will see the signs and I'll probably not understand a lot
Rode around town yesterday, straight from camelot
The prayers are not in common language, they don't mean a thing
The evil king of underworlds accumulating bodies
This rap shit is turning into nothing but a hobby
Cuase' the pussy has already been fucked or in the lobby waiting
Dominating the matrix kick it with God and Satan
Isolation through my veins, Into these constellations
Drug users, they won't let us join the club
So now it's spanish bitch massage, give my joints a rub
What's the purpose of everything, Who the fuck cares?
We run scared, cause nothing fair and we don't become aware
Pretend it don't exist, ignorance, the only bliss
I think it's me, well I hope it is
But no kids and no responsibilities, I'm writing soliloquies
And transcend visually, the intelligent idiots who never be serious
Cause the world around is fucked up, so we'd rather get fucked up
(My grandpa used to carry a flask)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
As I'm pacing back and forth, waiting till they pass the torch
Life a bitch, about forty and a sad divorce, Voice is hoarse
Getting harder to speak, remarkable themes
Talk mark to the beast
I saw them caught on the leash, we walk in common asleep
And coffins talking to Steven Hawking, even we see it often
So we close our eyes, hoping we forgot to die
Shit it must have slipped my mind, why
Well, I haven't seen a genuine smile in awhile
Mostly everybody stuck in denial

[Verse 3: Delusional Thomas]
So I'm coming out of cryogenics just to taste the air
You ain't aware... I'm talking about Natalie the cattle eater
With nasty features
Rapping with a flaccid wiener (shit), that's only half a Peter
Taking out the dogs, murder half a PITA
(No, no humus with that)
Yeah, look, having conversations with myself, getting into arguments
When I'm out in London, I be posted at the parliament
Coke in the parliaments, chilling by some monuments
Ominous when I feel your body with godly hollow tips
Leave you holy, prepare for the apocalypse
Sixty thousand on a rollie, cookies with the chocolate chips
Rapping hippopotamus, mother fuck a zookeeper
I don't do features, I snort glue and shoot ether
Hand full of sleeping pills, It's only me I kill
I'm Jack, wanna sleep with Jill, she'd spill on my penis drill

[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
Mr. Jesus can you save my life (yeah, yeah)
Looking at a mans casket (turn him into ham salad)
How I'm feeling fantastic (the finish line, I ran past it]
Bitches love me because I got a tan phallus (get your house sandblasted)
Your damn ass kicked (damn, Gladys)
Another fans ballad (And I demand gadgets at the sand palace)
For away I Amtrak it (My safe is great, a saint can't crack it)
Came through swagging in a all tan wagon
With the land of the dragons, I just stand for the balance
I'm just trying to play with my band on Fallon, I don't got no talent

[Outro:]
He's not dead, he's just delicious

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"Watching Movies With The Sound Off" (2013)



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