[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
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Think I can see a fucking halo
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About to meet my maker
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Brought a double cup of Drano
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Some Soda for the flavor uncontrollable behavior
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With some psychopathic tendencies
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Lonely as your neighbors with the bitches, he got special needs
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Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasy
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My flavor from the nature, need an acre or my recipe
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They got my soul, bu I don't let them take the rest of me
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My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly
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And my denim tailored, me and Action rapping
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I'll be fucking with the fader, sipping mind eraser
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Actually, we rapping for the fuck of it
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Taking money from you, gonna smack you out in public
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We the republican government, abundance of substance
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Having consumption to fuck a bitch
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You're Banana Republic fit, go suck a dick
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And your bitch looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest
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[Hook: Action Bronson]
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I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
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Groupie bitches wildin' up to suck a babies dick
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Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth
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Just for that sizzle, gortex in case of drizzle
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[Mac Miller]
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I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
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Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit
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They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead
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So how'd I get this red dot on my head?
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[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
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Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first
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After rapping take my people out for octopus
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We all deserve a dedication to the fandom
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Hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn
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You see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip
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Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip
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Shit, I'm on some shit
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Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime
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Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine
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And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils
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We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner
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Dawg it's cause some of us just age sooner
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I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river
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Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver
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Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio
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I been wild
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
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Bitch I'm nodding enough, I'm hot as wassabi sauce
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And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance
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I was a minor, chasing after vagina
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None of my friends were fake, but none of my clothes designer
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Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs
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I came from that basement now look at this view
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Making this money, blowing it all
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Fuck what you did, just show me what's up
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[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
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Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker
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Leather to the foot, horses I lead them to the brook
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If you like to keep the chisel in the book
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I see a lion in the mirror when I look
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Look, I lose money but I make it back
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I keep it true and ain't no motherfucking faking that
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I get a fade and then I fade to black
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Been on the razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat
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Blat
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[Refrain]
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I said it must be the drugs
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I said it must be the drugs
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I said it must be the drugs
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I said it must be the drugs
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I said it must be the drugs
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I said it must be the drugs
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I said it must be the drugs
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I said it must be the drugs
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I said it must be the drugs
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[Outro: Loaded Lux]
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You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps
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Who the fuck is Mac Miller?
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This name say “crack dealing trap nigga
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Slash cat peeler, back with a black stripper
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Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker
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Too fat to snap zippers”
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And half is what I'll do to Mac Miller
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Now my minds first track figured
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A nigga who treats his yak richer than elixer
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Taps slicker than past tiller
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Goes around the room like his cats get finna
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Oh you Mac Miller?
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The fact's filtered in the snapped picture
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My man jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper
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Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitch
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Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture
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A rap figure to look like you hacked Twitter
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I'll show you Beastie Boy
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You can't match your killer with that wigger
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I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller
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He got track fillers fo |