Mac Miller END IS NEAR remix

Said it’s the soul cold wickedness – old folk killin’ shit
Most Dope syndicate, the Go Pro’s filming it
Good coke, sniffin’ shit – broke, no benefits
Smack him in his face and then I’m blowin’ smoke into it
Obliterated on a big estate, shit…
I figure fame is just a bitch’s game
That’s why there’s raindrops drippin’ off my windowpane
And I was gettin’ money far before the fiscal game
Official names, got plugs like a new strain does
You may be hot inside your city, but homie you ain’t us
You can’t trust nothin’ if it’s comin’ with a dollar sign
It’s genius coming from out of my awkward mind
Cross the line? It’s just not the time
And he ain’t thinkin’, put that red dot on his mind
I’m Satana’s bandana, against me, you don’t stand a chance
Call you fancy pants, ’cause when you drunk, you do the hammer dance
If there’s a random chance you fuckin’ up my Phantom plans
I’mma go bananas and blam ‘em until the ambulance
My mother’s sonogram was like a mission statement
‘Cause I wasn’t patient, left that pussy in a spaceship
Y’all fools basic, your parents both racist
I’m lawyering these hoes out here, beating cases
She eatin’ dick, so she plead the Fifth
Yeah, it’s Larry Fish, homie, he’s a myth
You sunk my battleship, I be in Nazareth ’bout where Jesus lived
And your homie with you, he’s a bitch, some vagina shit
Gettin’ faded, go sing in Vegas
I’m just observing, a man of different faces
Yup, some dick licker want my kids in her
She a switch hitter, told her bring a bitch with her
The dick split her like a Swisher then I’m outtie… outtie
I never eat the pussy if it’s lousy… lousy
I’m the prodigal son, the ominous Nostradamus
Anonymous visions, confidant, some Obama shit
In moccasins, takin’ Annie… alright…