[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
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Eating shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca
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Bumping Flocka, fuck the drama,
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Marijuana's been as calming as the fucking Dalai Lama
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Your style common as a little league sponsor from a ‘tarded kid's father
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I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth
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Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt
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This the same effect and less words
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Chilling with this asshole, he call himself Sweatshirt
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I think this might be some of my best work
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I let these bitches dive in, but it's head first,
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Applying pressure when I put together letters
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I'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter
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These Fendi treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in Alaska
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Your raps are as corny as Nebraska
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Lacka-daisical bars, my throw aways will trash ya
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High as NASA on acid, acid tone,
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Acid foam, talking trash like John McEnroe
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You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow
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Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult off
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Up above my castle's moat, right into my fucking throne
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This man is dapper, manufactured in hell
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You candy rappers got damn disasters, myself, I'm chilling
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Club house, in demand, passwords, surveillance can't infiltrate
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This type of lifestyle that one simulates
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My bitches great, had a dinner date with William Gates
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He took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safe
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Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate
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Handed me the money, started sucking me off
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This is a full blown virus, we don't fuck with a cough
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Made money off the white without touching the soft, I'm in there
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Million dollars, I been there, 'bout a few times
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Mulan, she on the futon, tryna do lines,
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This coup-I'm; in, highway about a buck fifty
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Middle finger out the window, who wanna fuck with me?
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I told Dom's and Hodgy, stop popping mollies
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Tryna blow up and die: some real kamikazes
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Young fisherman sinking in Lake Michigan
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Innocence, voice of an angel, so Minnie Riperton
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Exquisite bitch, getting lit, live from the Wimbledon
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Still sinning this ill pimping is Bill Clinton
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She butt-naked swimming, I'm paying for no attention
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Workaholic, got a tv show
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I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme
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Sanitary birth, watch a bee get buried in the hurst
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See, I kill myself
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Mac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's off
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I make you snap and slap your bandana off
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Your bitch greet me like I'm Santa Clause, mouth water
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High as a satellite, see,
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I'm in ancient Greece, getting head from Aphrodite
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Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's acting like me
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I set the bar high
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This a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde
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In plaid pants, hit a hole-in-one on the Par 5
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Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive
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These hoes thirsty, see the dick…
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The raw fapper, baby forehead autographer
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On top Saturn, I'm sending shots from my rocket blaster
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Believe me this is where geniuses live,
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It's most dope, be holier than all of Jesus's kids
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But we speaking to heathens
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And all these Even Stevens who don't need a reason
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Just want a bitch that they can feed with semen
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Don't even sleep… keep me dreaming, I'm faded
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Been in Cali a little too long, it got me jaded
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Hit Japan and I'm Instagraming camera shy samurais
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Fucking up a germ beat, teach you how to vandalize
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The bandana Santana tied,
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My sound amplified
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Screams from Kenny Woods still Phantom ride
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My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size
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They overanalyze everything I fantasized
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We could have a conersation, we could pantomine
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Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine
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This life a prison, time to set you free
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Watching movies in silence, describing what I see
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Word…
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Funk Flex Freestyle
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Mac Miller |