[Verse 1]
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Concoctions of hamentashens, launching a bottle rocket
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Done being nice, I'm here for your life and all the profits
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I'm not your conscience, you nuts? Almonds and Haagen Dazs
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Auction off your grandfather's watch, from the holocaust
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I'm iconic, making walking in the garden and bird watching
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Alarming all of these cardinals like I need a pope
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Puffing that white smoke, get faded and play the maestro
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I'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe
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Sneaky bitch stole my Rolly last night yo
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I might know some dyke hoes who can fight though
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Walking on a tight rope, underneath a microscope
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But close up, we all just molecules and isotopes
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What psychic don't know the future?
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To live life you kids might, just close your computer
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The street lights might blind you though
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Make a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope
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[Hook]
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There's a bird in the sky
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Look at him fly
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Why...
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[Verse 2]
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A little TV money, dollars for sense of humour
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Scholar for my attendance like Bueller, so no use for a tutor
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Some cold brews in the cooler
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Coming through in the woodgrain PT cruiser, stuntin'
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I'm pissed off like a blind person looking for a restroom
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Probably be dead soon inhaling cigarette fumes,
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Sorry for that blind people comment, that was just rude
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And I was raised better, say God bless you
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I'm Kenny Powers, you more of a Debbie Downer
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My bitch taking off her trousers every time I get around her
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I'm nasty, I never shower, go sleep on a bed of flowers
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Not end of this conversation, I've been in my head for hours
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I'm out
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[Hook]
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There's a bird in the sky
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Look at him fly
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Why...
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Avian
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Mac Miller |