Swim in fallopians of Ethiopian women
|
The wheels are spinning, moon is glistening
|
Few exquisite, now if you have witnessed
|
The youth is twisted, off purple liquid made to cure the sickness
|
Feel like my vision took a big shift
|
Smoking that samson got me lifted
|
I'm the one who gave your girl cousin them drugs
|
Your little brother's plug, spit inside your mother's mug
|
Take a finest bottle, pour the liquor out for 'em
|
Once above, the last shot is for the homies locked
|
Liquor crop, hit the lot, double spinning till the Guinness drop
|
Pull off in fourth gear, put it in park
|
The whores, they see me, say the law's here
|
My voice is hoarse for them, pause there
|
Like over here, we don't support fear
|
Road to the riches and the course clear
|
I'm riding till the tears sparking an exhaust tear
|
It's on, yeah
|
|
Actavis in cactus cooler
|
I bit the Apple on the Mac computer, you a loser
|
There ain't a subject I can't tackle, either now or sooner
|
Ain't got no shoulder pads but collateral pass to her
|
Running back, running rap, I bet you wish she knew you
|
Black Lip Pastor, hallelujah
|
Soulo in this hoe, that mean this church up in this bitch
|
Gave her a sermon then I hit, God
|
I'm an entity into titties, a fat ass, some clean pussy, and some good weed
|
Knowledge and wisdom in abundance, infinite energy
|
And I'll be sure to write night and day, literally
|
Deadline snapback, Backwoods in my backpack
|
Xan with that lean, nigga, shit you never seen, nigga
|
Put that on my team, nigga, three I's, you seen me, bro
|
Careful, you know the game's T D E us
|
|
I heard they out there praying for the death of me
|
I been down to knock, it's my destiny
|
I been round the block, it's no testing me
|
We been ran the north, it's no extra key
|
So what you got on lock ,my nigga?
|
I tried to tell him, they ain't gonna get it
|
I been prolific, been on this shit
|
You can check more millie, that was like OH
|
You niggas ain't no factors, just come around cause we ain't no actors
|
It's no scenes cut, just checks
|
Don't want 25, but I'll take my time
|
If a nigga come around, tryna take what's mine
|
Tryna take my life? Good luck with that
|
We got guns for that, you not coming back
|
I got Fade in the bushes, lurking and looking
|
'Bout that life, don't get yours took quick
|
Just a story of some kids left stranded
|
Couple of the homies and a couple automatics
|
Come to the hood, get a good pack out
|
Tombstone RIP, with your hood whacked out
|
You know what he about, at Ramona park till after dark
|
They drain they pool, we swam with sharks
|
We shooting fools off 7th street
|
You make the bed in which you sleep
|
I stay awake like visiting dead
|
With the hammer sitting indiscreet, in the streets
|
|
Sold drugs in your granny building
|
In front of the children
|
A piece of shit, I'll be considered the most
|
Baby hand on the dinner plate
|
I start the meal with a toast
|
Three assorted cheeses, then garnish them both
|
Cut the slices even
|
Distribute them to my assemblage of these fucking heathens
|
A bunch of demons in these polo fleeces
|
I clutch the reapers into bay polices
|
I burn the priest and vanish in the breezes
|
I talk to Jesus, reconsidered features
|
Rain dance on black sanded beaches
|
Pick from the tree that bare the fruit of peaches
|
Slaying these skeezers and it feel the Eden
|
These backwards got me with the heavy breathing
|
Connecting Venus and the shit the cheapest
|
I hit the party with the Sherm perm
|
Ear rings look like strobe lights
|
I cop the gold fish platforms for the cold price
|
Hop out the V in all sequence, fish is Swedish
|
Sway Padorian, my shit the meanest, you need it
|
And I'm the founder of this shit
|
On the 46th floor eating flounder with the shrimp
|
Got an awfully thick splore and I just pound her with the dick
|
Get the dope from out abroad, destroy the county with the shit
|
Piece of shit records where dreams come true
|
You saying fuck me? No, fuck you
|
|
-----------------
|
Amen
|
Mac Miller |