Mac Miller GENERATION remix

These... Generations, combination of generations
Levitating through matrixes
Baby, heaven's waiting
I feel naked, consider the fact that hell is vacant
The temptation was just your imagination
Listen, we know the feeling like a nursery rhyme
Blood rushes to the head make a burgundy mind
News anchor, I channel Ron Burgundy's mind
Cut the lights, turn your church to a shrine
Now you blind, so
Fuck the cops if your daddy one, fuck ya pops
I hate the personality but girl I love the box
Something's off, they popping a penicillin
I'm illin', your paper thin as Sicilian crust
Warning civilians are aiming adhere, they killin' us
Still I must continue to venture into outer space
You got my dick inside your mouth tell me how it taste
I'm not, I'm just, I'm just saying...