[Mac Miller] I'm, in a room filled with holographic images Path is limitless, death, well that's ridiculous I'm a live forever, cause a legend never die See the world is simple, but complex in the design I, spent some time just thinkin', where did that get me? High, more drinkin' Now my head empty, so can it last a couple minutes more? Pain a funny thing when you can't figure out the source Bear witness while I'm checkin' bitches off my hit list Try and understand the fuckin' message I encrypted Itchin', halucinatin' visions of utopia Until I figure out that the perfect world, the lonely one Never hold my tongue, vocal as a loaded gun And I'm a shoot somebody in the face if they too slow to run Mac Miller, I'm the only one, but I'm the coldest one, this is pandemonium
Got my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public Welcome to America, motherfucker, welcome to America My middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public Welcome to America, motherfucker, welcome to America
[Mac Miller] Still, in a room filled with holographic images Crushin' information into powder, then I'm sniffin' it Directly to my head, never sleep or use my bed Iller than the future death of you ingestin' Sudafed Might head to Budapest just to get a Gucci vest Hop into a jet, get some rest to diffuse the stress See, this is what I do the best Nothin' that you got except the bullet gettin' through my chest Save hard, a Braveheart, a warrior I take part to stay far from coroners I heard some corny words said about my music though Talkin' all that shit, sound exactly like a groupie ho Most Dope, got you hooked, yellin' Ruffio First you lose your mind, then you lose your soul So what you talkin' about? Thinkin' you're out of options American born, impeccable form, above and beyond, Medal of Honor
Got my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public Welcome to America, motherfucker, welcome to America My middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public Welcome to America, motherfucker, welcome to America
[Casey Veggies] Yo chick live in Pittsburgh? Bet I steal her Shout out to my wigga Mac Miller Comin' up in a world full of killers I'll be shaded up at the villa With a girl that know what the deal is They don't know I come from the illest City on a map, we don't know how to act Agh, release young rap, go getters in America Bad chick get tossed around like the merry go CV and Mac meezy takin' off on PJ's We the future so every night is a new day Sittin' in the studio, chain on and my hat low Young visionaries and we sellin' out the rap show I can trigger the wave in my sleep Name paved, I feel like I am engraved on the beat Agh, wake up shower, get paid and repeat Spit one flow and got made on the streets Welcome to the land where you never stay for free Swag worth a mill, drop cast let it deal, Veggies
Got my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public Welcome to America, motherfucker, welcome to America My middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public Welcome to America, motherfucker, welcome to America
[Joey Bada$$] Bout to drop hot shit, runnin' out of patience, niggas not sick Rollin' up the dankest loud, plane goin' mach six Rise to the top and top a change the Glocks in the stock Exchange that watch the price of life on the block Drop insane, you can't stop this rain, don't name drop in vain Inhale toxic flames from tropic strange, it's aqua strange Last week he was nothin', boxers stain Everybody love him and chicks offered top for fame To the top I aim, testin' waters so up in the flow No deal but flow so real keepin' in the scoops Sun got shine, now he said he shady but he never dippin' though Still facing L's you would think the niggas wins was low What you think I'm in this for? Won't stop till the nigga who invented dope In the flow will behind bars droppin' prison soap Begging for forgiveness, but it's business though I'm record spittin' Guinness flows Got it up in sources now he in the store
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Compositores: Clarence Burke Jr (BMI), Curtis L Mayfield (BMI), Gregory Keith Fowler (BMI), Malcolm James Mc Cormick (BMI)Editor: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #37284060 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM