9 months ago

[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]
Yeah, okay
Uhm, the raps are on hurricane
They don't know my–, they don't know my–, they don't know my bitch's name
I wasn't dealing 'caine, homie, I was doin' 'caine
Now, I meditate, and I'll be back like a boomerang
There's blood running through my Old Jewish veins
Super Saiyan, who's the man?
Mac Miller 'til the land
And don't ask, I ain't talkin' 'bout Wiz Khalifa
If you ask, he prolly didn't either
Yeah, misdemeanor, we ain't worried 'bout it, keep it movin'
Mayan every city, we ain't leave it ruined
I had dreams before nightmarеs
You worried about the future homiе, everything was right there
Polo shorts still hang low tho'
I still got a beer in my hand, I'm still dressing like a hobo
It's a motherfuckin' gangster party
Smokin' weed, preachin' freedom like my name was Marley
Yeah, In God We Trust
I'm still a kid, treat the world like Toys "R" Us
Gimme that, gimme this, gimme more
Gimme shit I never had, gimme shit I had before
Uh, want all the information
I'm at the studio, I keep all my bitches waitin'
I keep all my bitches waitin'
Yeah, I keep all my–
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[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Said bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
(Oh my God, God damn!)
Yeah, these bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
These bitches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
(This [?] not your man)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, uh
Why you talking about profit?
I just made about a hundred stacks on a audit
I can see the ocean while I'm sitting in my office
And I can see the future, it exists in my subconscious
Oh, I had it, then I lost it
I've been through weed, lean, and cocaine, now I'm an alcoholic, yeah
Motherfucker it's about time
My brother honking on the horn, he in the car outside
Got a meeting with my bitch, and I don’t want to go
But everybody gotta clean her dirty laundry tho'
A little soup for the soul, they not like crackers
Kids use their parents money, they like white rappers
So many potholes in the 'Burgh roads
(I've waited so long)
Now it's my turn tho'
God damn, why you so impatient?
I keep all my bitches waitin'