Mac Miller - Faces Lyrics (2024)

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Be without fear in the face of your enemies
Be brave and upright that God may love thee
Speak the truth even if it leads to your death
Safeguard the helpless and do no wrong
This is your oath

Polo pajamas, I think I made it
I show my mom my first millions, she damn near fainted
The rich and famous, so nice to make your acquaintance
The legends put out the latest, I feel that it sound outdated
I'm the hardest working person in the universe
Temptation victim to the church of Lucifer
Internet rappers ain't sh*t when no computers work
You spent your whole advance on two chains and a Gucci verse
I'm the greatest, admit it, I'm the greatest
And now I hold a grudge against anybody who hated
I'm underrated, don't fit on nobody's playlist
If I ain't in your top 10 then you're a racist
Cocaine ether creates a strange creature
They wasn't hearing me 'till I f*cked with a Brainfeeder
I'm still playing it out the same speakers
I did it all without a Drake feature!

[Hook:]
So many things that I've created
But this right here might be my favorite
They ask me how I feel, I say "amazing"
I feel amazing
So many things that I've created
But this right here might be my favorite

Brand new home, I think I made it
Key to the city, I keep to open the gates with
A briefcase with a million under the pavement
That's just on some rainy day sh*t, yeah
The kids getting murdered that I grew up with
They shooting up doing drugs or they doing nothing
My girl's parents still living out in the hood
I come through in that new Beamer like the sh*t all good
Damn, I'm just a human let me make mistakes
sh*t has changed ain't little Malcolm with a baby face
Even my homies tell me take a break
They know it ain't their place, and this a day I hate to waste
Trying to be a legend by tomorrow
They say I can't, I'm determined to prove em' wrong though
I'm not perfect but they ain't either
I did it all without a Jay feature!

[Hook]

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[Intro: Mac Miller]
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
(Mr. Davis)
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
Okay
Yea, Okay, okay
Okay, O-kay-kay-kay-kay
Okay, okay, um

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Snowflakes keep falling on my expired debit cards
Don't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra car
My pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marks
And everyday is full of jokers like a deck of cards
So, I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome-piece
But, I'm not the devil, I'm a motherf*cking Minotaur
Oh my God, look at how upset you are
Cause we out here winning, brought my dogs from out the reservoir
And I'mma let 'em bark, before you ready, my set will start
We forgot our roots before and trust me, things they fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
My conscious so weak I need to split it up in 7 parts
Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time
Went to Amare's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart
But Kevin don't remember that
I saw him at the V-M-A's, told a joke - he never laughed
The rap diablo, free your mind my motto
And we all gonna be good if TreeJ ever hit the lotto
So arigato
So, sh*t you know I'm world famous
And R. Kelly been told me I'm the world's greatest
But still to fall in love is like an org*sm
Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake it
I'm always faded, getting shaded in the basem*nt
I just bought a cello, now all I do is play it
Thank God that I made it
Ask Q where Dave is
He'll probably tell you that he's rolling midnights out in Vegas
When I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacent
Wear a suit to cash a check, we're going to the banquet
And Jimmy got the burner, but he don't wanna murder
And clockwork somewhere out in Sweden speaking Danish like
(Husband, isn't this your language?)
That man must be a alien
I really can't explain it, sh*t
It's just a little cocaine sniff
But the lines is longer than parades is
I think it's time to give me all your praises
So I can get this money and give all the homies raises
My life is on these words, this is my affidavit
And if you wanna legal battle - send your ass to David (that's my lawyer)
I'm half man-half amazing
Probably half God, but that don't fit my calculations
I know the planet Earth is about to explode
Kinda hope that no one save it
We only grow from anguish

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
Yea, Miller Mac
(Miller Mac)
Miller Mac, Mac Miller
(Miller Mac)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
There's snowflakes falling on my debit card
Swear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever are
In this Game of Thrones, it is known
I got the 4G, L-T-E connection boards
No Control, f*ck Ken Lamar (F*ck you Kendrick!)
I don't vote, I never registered
But I'm a magnet for them zeros call me Edward Sharpe
I wake up feeling dead, I need a fresher start
So me and Q put people on the label we don't remember
Smiled as I saw Jerm, nerding out with Josh Berg
Talking in [?], and drinking Arnold Palmer
Any other room, watching C-Span with E. Dan
Land out the baseline, doing drums with his freehand
When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican
My mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrows
I walked in, ready for them Sprewell braids
But the lady said my hair was too short though, man
I always thought my moms was the illest for that sh*t
Driving through the hood she did not have a reaction
With a 6 year old she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like f*ck those cops
God damn, it just don't stop
I know my father probably wish I would just smoke pot
My grandma probably slap me for the drugs I got
I'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love rocks

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Yea, I've had the same outfit for 6 days straight
And Still all these bitches will get in position because I got their puss*es all dripping in pain
Somehow, I'm making this music it's just to relate to
And I got the life-raft, ain't gonna save you
Look at my reflection, I broke the mirror
It's only for protection, sh*t keep getting weirder
Now I can't see a thing but, things never been clearer
Call the Mothman its Richard Gere (It's Richard Mother F*ckin' Gere!)
This is our year
Let's get f*cked up and get the f*ck up outta here
I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere
And looking down like
We come in peace
I told Will and Bill they need to kick the habit
We on the same trip, we just got different baggage
Parks spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's sh*t

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

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Yeah, yeah
Umm... uh...
Ladies and gentleman
Yeah, whew, that drip
Yeah, okay

Writing on writer's block, haven't slept in days
They wanna put me in the psycho watch
Everyone's afraid of what I do inside my studio
Worried I'mma lose control
They ruffling my feathers and they shuffling the Yu-Gi-Oh
Execution flow, at your neck like new cologne
Uno, dos, bitch I'm in your head like Freddy Krueger though
(My brain fried, always chasing the same high
I'm so f*cked up to function, do nothing but waste time)
Woke up annihilated, lying on the pavement
Covered in items I regurgitated under a fire escape
And I know that it's Friday, cause every Friday they have a parade
In-front of city hall, hear them celebrate, they having a ball
My pupils dilated, highly dehydrated
I'm lost inside a giant matrix
Isolate myself from eyes I find contagious
Jump above the come down
I'm strung out and not in ops inside the dugout

[Hook:]
Don't be scared just come with me
It feels so good to be this free
What are you afraid of? Tell me what you're made of!
What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust!
Just a little Angel dust!
It's just a little angel dust!

I'm playing hot potato on a Winnebago
The chips are stale, they taste okay though when they dipped in queso
And what's an angel with a missing halo
She will drop out of school to take a trip to day glow
Found a twenty laying by the sewer rats
You know little Stewart hasn't been in any movies lately
He's spent his paychecks on cocaine and latex
His agent working hard to book him a commercial
What I do should not concern you
Do this till I turn blue
Not Eric Sermon, I'm more Merlin
Curses, turn 'em into bird food
Hurried to make the first move
I'm walking like Herschel
Now we at the end of verse two
Uh!

[Hook]

Don't f*ck with the angel dust
Don't f*ck with the angel dust
Please don't f*ck with the angel dust
Oh! Please don't f*ck with the angel dust!

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That good times can be a trap
Oh yea?
Oh hell naw
Check myself intro rehab
Yeah, um... I might die before I detox
You piece of sh*t
Now that's a bar
I'm gonna save that one for a little bit
Now let me come with something else, you feel me?

This Air Jordon on my flip-flops
And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop
I might die before I detox
This ain't high-school, no little Asian I can cheat off
We keep chiefing while police watch
Loss in vibration sirens blowing up the weed spot
And Heisman hopefuls all growing up to be cops
Chasing after gangsters but they never find the G spot
I'm reporting like I die tomorrow
At the rate I'm getting high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow
But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow
As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow
She'll be smiling by tomorrow
Everything will be so fine tomorrow
Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow
Come say hi tomorrow

Hello
And I'll be damned if this ain't some sh*t
And I'll be damned if this ain't some sh*t
Here I am
Oh... I know you see me
Here I am
Yeah... and I'll be damned if this ain't some sh*t but here I am!

I'm the only suicidal motherf*cker with a smile on
Let's hold hands and sing the bible, that's a violent song
The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along
Everybody, grab a f*cking number, this a dieathon
Oh I'm the bomb, literally back away, I'm the bomb
Let me get my line on
85 grand get you a heavy ass wrist
They ain't killin' they just yellin', that's it
A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff
On the phone probably yellin' out rich
Say, double the money, please, double the money
Triple the problems, double the money
They was all laughing, wasn't that funny
I started f*cking with drugs and now I'm a junky
The U-S of A, I f*ck with my country
But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie
I'm thinking till my brain pops
Spitting as a cake walk
I'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day job
Wiz getting faded, come and kick it at a bake shop
Everything is A-1, steak sauce

Thank God
God Damn it
Thank God
Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some sh*t
Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some sh*t

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[Intro:]
This tambourine
Shake her

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Man, I think I'm Eric Andre
Man, I think I'm Louis C-K
Man, I think so therefore I am
Man, It's 8 A.M
Man, My mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes
My brother one of the only ones I can confide in
It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in
I toot my horn, I blow my bugle
I recycle, I say "free beluga whales" on YouTube
What do you do?

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Okay, the puss* like trouble cause I'm in it often
A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin
But down the slope in my toboggan
Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin
Now it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boring
Still at it
The drug absorbent, endorphin addict
The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet
I know a bitch will let you f*ck her for coachella passes

[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
Oh so pompous the ambiance
You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian
I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on
If she got that stank puss then I won't be long

[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
Never lose your mind because insanity is brutal
Life's just like college, all you have's your noodle
Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man
Me and Mikey go back like bron bron's headbands
White American, hotter from the aryan

[Verse 5: Sir Michael Rocks]
New Tibetan, [?] he hated when you stare at him
Jumping in (the jacuzzi on) say I f*ck with you the long way
I love you more than Kanye love Kanye

[Verse 6: Mac Miller]
Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers
I'm in the suburbs doing drive-by's on Razor scooters
It's my first try, so I got a 3rd eye
It's work time, sell the co*ke to the students out in Irvine

[Verse 7: Sir Michael Rocks]
Coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai
Why we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise?
It's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of light
It's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights

[Verse 8: Mac Miller]
I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord
We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4
Get high, f*cking with the Tech Deck
Call in local middle schools and send in some death threats

[Bridge: Sir Michael Rocks]
Hey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart
I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished

[Verse 9: Mac Miller]
I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black
I'm getting lit with Dash, she don't see us in the back
No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash
Oh yea

[Outro: Mac Miller & Sir Michael Rocks]
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top, we can keep riding for now
Let me off at the top, the road keeps winding around
Let me off at the top, oh I'm high as the clouds
Let me off at the top, hey motherf*cker shut your f*ckin' mouth
Yaaa

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They've got the best equipment that money can buy.
Hell, every team they're sending out here has their own personal masseuse, not masseur, masseuse!
But, it doesn't matter, did you know that every mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram, blood and urine tests, every 48 hours to see if there's any change in his physical condition?

Did you know they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union in East and West Germany and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad & Tobago. But it doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, I tell you it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter! Even if we win, if we win, ha! Even if we win, even if we play so far over our heads that our noses bleed for a week to 10 days, even if God from Heaven above points his hand at our side of the field, and even if every man, woman and child prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter!

I'm Jumping out the Camino
Stepped out the gas station smelling like hot cheeto's
Recording soft-core on her Tivo, modern meatloaf
Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp
All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for
Hold up! Pause!
Always up with the quota, boss
Wake up in polo, sleep in Lacoste
Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me
Couple people that I know, they happen to play me
Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy
sh*t I'm actually crazy! Um... and...
Choo's phone gettin blown up by Lyor Cohen
Christian Dior, nothing I'm on it
Go to Hawaii f*ck with Samoans
Get faded and sleep in the oceans
Keep it in motion
I'm rolling, yea, yea, I'm rolling
Keep it in motion
I'm rolling, yea, yea, I'm rolling
And your bitch wearing elbow pads
Sell her puss* over Melrose Ave
I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half
Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the co*ke on 'em
Higher than Voltron, with a bunch of gold on
Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton
Hold on
Do you f*ckin' dirty like the soap gone
Froze on, it's bone chilling - colder than the Pope's secrets
Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus
Walking behemoth, I increase the [?]
Cause sh*t real, fly into your windshield and get killed
Buggin' out, had it all - I'm nothing now
I just gave it away
F*cking label can't able put a name to a face
Um, yea
I bust your speakers with some bullsh*t rap
I'm on drugs, all my new sh*t wack
Remember that
I ain't ahit but a fraud
But everyone I know ain't nothing to a God [x2]

It kills you, it feeds off the Earth
A night like this, one of us could get up in the middle of the night Grab an axe and cut somebody's head off

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Just so Pittsburgh, man

[Hook:]
So how does it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Now it's real
So can you tell me how you feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
How it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
How's it feel? So can you tell me how's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
How it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?

Baby what you doing tonight
We can watch the world get ruined tonight
Living this life, got you flexing feeling cooler than ice, let it melt
As we follow all this stupid advice
And I don't usually like to be this honest with you
I must have lost a picture, gimme a box of swishers, room full of obnoxious bitches
Why you lying to me?
Describe your ladies, that Mercedes all kinds of roomy
And when the time's is gloomy hit me up
I can make you feel like the perfect girl you wish you was
Giving you that feeling like when Chrismas come
I just take all of my problems throw 'em in a blunt
Light 'em up and watch em float away
Watch em float, I can take you anywhere you wanna go

Can you dream?

[Hook]

I'm back on these rap songs
Feeling that's never gonna last long
Got a shortcut baby I'll pass on it
Might throw your ass on it
Pass the time, as for my alibi
Trynna tell you I need that
Just relax

Put that money in my motherf*cking hand
Drinking in the pool, goddamn
Ain't part of the plan, like a car in a van
I'm rolling, I'm feeling good, I'm golden my man
So let me do my dance
Cause motherf*cker this my jam
This my motherf*cking jam
How many times you got to let them opportunities pass you by?
I used to be a pretty passive guy
Since before I was a goddamn mastermind
[?] I came up
Didn't have the time to see these lame f*cks
You can't rush that greatness
That mansion where my maid lives
Like wow

[Hook]

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[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I give no f*cks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead
Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I f*cking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a f*cking soldier
So cold bro f*ck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna f*ck Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went through the half ounce of co*ke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm f*cking high
We publicize, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time
Blaow

[Hook: Mac Miller]
This another motherf*cking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the co*ke and lean
All I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like sh*t, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullsh*t
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this sh*t out of spite cause there's nigg*s that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with dark and stormier weather
Flip the f*cking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a puss*, puss*
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple nigg*s, weighing sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for soda and swishers
And who's the sh*t, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older initials
Been rap game tighter than boa constricters
Rolling stoned like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my f*cking home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, f*ck what you think
The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

[Hook: Mac Miller]

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Yea, bumpadum bum
Yea, yea, okay

There's a birthday party happening upstairs
And it's all for me, who the f*ck cares?
They don't notice if I never go and show my face
They just looking for a reason they can celebrate
I hate to waste the vanilla cake that they made for me
I'll tell the same stories, they'll pretend they never heard them
I'll just lay down here inside the studio
Doing blow and paraphrasing The Crucible (witch!)
If you f*cking with the God, that's a funeral
Blue jeans, sold 'em, with ya longer than your student loans
Who got the ecstasy pills? I need a funeral
I'm a real drug addict, homie, you should know
Somebody please tell Jimmy to put the pistol down
He's serious this time, he's gonna kill me now
He'll regret it when I hit the ground
For now, everybody gather 'round

[Hook:]
It's happy birthday!
It's a birthday party!
Happy birthday! It's your birthday party!
Yea, happy birthday! It's your birthday party!
Happy birthday, happy birthday!

Happy birthday, (thanks), how the f*ck you feel?
Good!
Do you ever sit and wonder what is real?
Do you ever reach to touch her but there's nothing there?
Do you tell her that you love her but she doesn't care?
Does she tell you that you hurt her and you're unaware?
Did you hear about a Heaven now you running there?
Do you think about the fantasy and make-believe?
Do you cover up your eyes, you can't wait to see?
Lately, I've been having strange dreams
Paranoid they hate me, everybody think I'm crazy
Baby can you take me somewhere where the sky blue?
You can lead the way, I promise I'll be right there behind you
I do
See myself as iconic
Getting high my downfall it's kinda ironic
Like a condom they on it
Got 'em in my pocket
No time to worry, hurry up and light the candles
Everybody

[Hook]

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you, to you

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Okay, you work a God damn lousy job, you know
You come home at night, you're tired
What are you going to do? Go to a movie? Turn on your radio?
Hell no you're going to get a bottle of whiskey and drink it
And go down to a bar and maybe get in a fist fight
And meet some bitch, something's going on
Then you'll go to work the next day, and do your simple little things, right?

Yeah, Yeah, yeah
My bitch can tell that I'm addicted to puss*, she looking past it
The smile that she faking is tragic, hate looking at it
That magic I tried to grasp it, she's had it with the dramatics
Fantasizing love so classic, tragic to what she got up in her attic
Can we mind f*ck?
Do I lie when I look inside her eyes? Hush don't say a word
I know I make you hurt, sorry is my favorite word
I don't deserve your trust, but can we make it work?
I hate to end the story, can we wait until the morning to decide on it?
Spend this time pretending it was that first summer
It was pure lovers
She was used to being hurt, I took that curse from her
Sometimes I wonder what it's all for
You wish that I would call more
You're sick of seeing condoms in my sock drawer
Loves turns to war so quickly
I envisioned us - married and 50
Couple of kids that we drop off at little league
I'm addicted to you
You only want the best, I need to listen to you
I'm f*cking other girls wishing it's you
F*ck the bullsh*t, we in love
I'm a mess but can you clean me up?

Girl I'm the worst
Yea, I know that I'm the worst
Yea, but you're something I can't lose
Just let me tell you the truth, that'll be the first
Girl I'm the worst
Yea, I know that I'm the worst
Don't know what I gotta do, just love you so much that it hurts

And I see you falling victim to the thirst
All the sins you committed you could probably use a couple minutes in church
But, for what it's worth, I think you're perfect
There's an angel hiding underneath your surface
You're the woman of my dreams, I'm looking at her sleep
The puss* right in-front of me, I shouldn't be so weak
What did I do to deserve a love like this?
You see her shining? That's my sunlight bitch
I'm sick of fighting, that smile is so inviting
I see you every time I'm writing
I'm losing to all my vices, they kicking my ass
I hold on to this feeling, I wish it would last
Don't wanna lose you for some evil I did in the past
You knew I f*cked that bitch and you didn't react?
Girl, it's me and you, how simple is that?
Gave me all your love and now I'm giving it back
But I know, that

Girl you the worst
Yea, you know that you the worst
But I'm something you can't lose
If you just told me the truth, that'd be a first, but
Girl you the worst
Yea, you know that you the worst
Every time you say you sorry, everything you do just feel like it's rehearsed

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I know what happens to you, me and everyone else when they supposedly die. It's this passage around the great loop

This music go with my funeral
Music go with my funeral

sh*t, I was raised inside this pretty city
Riding through, you probably miss me
My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
All this sins be more than sh*tty, I just pray the lord forgive me
Doing drugs is just a war with boredom but they sure to get me
My side-bitch is sorta pretty, but she got enormous titt*es
Know I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or Bentley
Had a few abortions, unfortunately I forced them
Lord knows I turn a child to an orphan when I'm torn
I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
Sit at home and drink, my thoughts harassing me
Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't getting back to me
A shame that my tragedy, my masterpiece, yeah

Trapped inside these dreams of mine
Just trying to get some peace of mind
Yea, I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
So you'll never get a piece of mind

[Hook:]
It's the last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life
This the motherf*cking last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life

See we swallowed in this web of lies, never try to exercise
You used to be a fantasy but now I guess it's televised
I heard the legends never died, Otis lonely hella mind [?]
There never was a better time to better myself
Forever I melt and float away like waves in the ocean
Staring inside of Heaven's eyes - the gates will never open
I'm smoking on these field of hope, waiting till this deal gets closed
I keep getting hotter, but all I seem to feel is cold
Twenty-two don't feel so old, but I think I'm 82
You mean to tell me God took 7 days and all he made was you?
I'm out here with the kangaroos, making danger, break the rules
Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused
Happiness I take from you, searching for the naked truth
I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you
Bitch, check out the butterfly
If you the truth then what the f*ck am I?
Yea

[Hook]

So where are you going?
Where are you headed?
Where are you going?
Can I come? Can I come?

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[Verse 1:]
It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo
Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano
Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono
I go, play a couple keys on the piano
The industry a lie all the promises were hollow
Follow, me I could show you where we be's at
How's I get my g pass, none of your f*cking beeswax
Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap
F*ck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at
The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them
Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium
Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Men
I ain't saving nothin'
I'm gettin' faded 'till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions
How do the famous function,
The A list can't be trusted
I strong arm them like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me
I'm finer than the winery
Take it from the rich this is piracy
Finally, I don't even need my f*cking eyes to see
Come and die with me

[Hook:]
Cus everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies

[Verse 2:]
My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah
These other rapper just a diet soda
I find Jehova in the darkest places
Empty as appartment basem*nts
This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
Don't come up missing
Tell your bitch you've been trippin' now you on vacation
Rapping like it's automated
Lights I keep em' on like Vegas
Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon
Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him
I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations
Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD
Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be
You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks
Bitch I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke
Gordon Bombay in these streets
Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete
Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history
Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me
Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free
No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial
I've been popping like a colonel
Reading Justin Bieber's journal
Treat you like a urinal

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Yea, and I can't feel my legs, I'm a paraplegic
Lord, I want a fair one with my demons
Cam Myers became married to Jesus
Born dead, they had to dig up my fetus
And now the devil want to tear me to pieces
I'm a diagnosed insomniac
An astronaut who blasted off into the stars galactic
On top of Saturn, fox-trotting with Velociraptors
The dino-aliens invaded Earth, so they could feed on hypochondriacs
Preparing for the rapture, closet hillbilly with the spinners on the tractor
I listen to Uncle Kracker
But, that's white America for you, we all that matters
I'm walking backwards, shadowboxing with karate masters
It's more to rap, we sell the royal crack at Castle Rock
A bad apple like an unemployed Macintosh
We lost jobs
Now they brainwashed with dot com
It's only so long before we surrender the free world to Hong Kong

[Hook:]
And centers stay still, but the merry go round, and round
It all just keeps spinning
Gotta keep swimming
Eat drink and let the merry go round
Eat drink and let the merry go round

I got a double sided silver dollar
Larry Fish here from midget league, beginner slaughter
I'm not drowning, I'm waiting in the water
Killing off these monsters ever since I was a Sabra
I got horses on my PJ's
Shout to spitta jet life, I fit the Porsches on the PJ's
On stage, sending dark forces to my DJ
The birdies on tour like PGA
Davis love the third, Pittsburgh warrior
Bullets in my cornea
In exelsis Deo, ayo, this is Gloria
Ave, Ave Maria, I'm getting bread, yeast rise on Easter
Money is God
Black beaches with jungle fever I love to be on
You on the B-Team I f*ck with Solange
All my life they said I doesn't belong
So I'm chilling, growing drugs on my lawn

[Hook]

Yeah, what what
Have you found a way out?
Have you found a way out?
Vacation in Slovakia, celebrating Mardi Gras
Eating baklava and lobster claw through a [?]
With Mafia immigrants
Finna take 'em on a pilgrimage
Have you found a way out?

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Welcome to the dark-side of my bizarre mind
I'm trapped inside of this amusem*nt park ride
There's an atom bomb inside of my hard drive
I'm holding the apocalypse
Let's take a ride and get lost in this metropolis
Just realized that I'm an idiot
Wearing my disguise, my real face is f*cking hideous
My pretty bitch watching Insidious with her puss* out
Awwwwwwwww, Sookie Sookie now
Rapper terrorist, rarer than good parents is
Putting hard drugs inside of all your baby carriages
Arrogance, throwing cherry bombs where the sheriff lives
Just because that sh*t's hilarious
And I inherited it - the thirst for self-destruction and I'm scared of it
I wanna be buried with a novel and a chariot
I'm a bigger illusion than good marriages, or what it means to be American
Woah

[Hook:]
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo that was dancing at the strip show
I gotta stop thinking with my dick-hole, yo
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo that was dancing at the strip show
A genius still thinking with his dick bone

Out in Wichita, Kansas, smoking meth with all the locals
Asking them to teach me how to yodel
Suppose I'll die alone from an overdose of some sort
In a motel while some whor* f*cking running to the drug store
I hacked into the motherboard, argued on a public forum
Uploaded a virus to the network then unplugged the cord
The laws are not important
If you scared lock your door then
I always feel like a foreigner
Morphin' into some sort of sorcerer
I'm Yuri's brother if it's Lord of War
What would I be normal for?
I'm going door to door shooting p*rno's with a good script

[Hook]

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If it were colors and shapes we imagine every
Instead of all of this weight that we have to carry
Would you be able to breathe?
And if you could just find where that comfort resides
No distraction or movement that f*cks with your mind
Would you let them see?
While beneath the ocean I met with the captain
Who sank to the floor on his ship
All of his passengers escaped to safety
But he was not done with his trip
He looked up and smiled, asked me "how do you do?"
I told him I'm losing my grip
He told me "son, if you want to hold onto yourself
Then let yourself slip"

[Hook:]
Fall
Ooh
Fall
Oh
Fall
Oh, it feels good to fall

These puzzles are so hard to make into pictures
Of something that'll they understand
They could open their eyes, still be blind to the beauty
But march on the heart of this land
Oh oh, why don't you turn around and go home?
They invade your minds and then fill them with nonsense
These things that a man doesn't need
Take out the love and the passion and hope
And they fill it with nothing but greed
While floating to galaxies they said I could
And I noticed how sad one can get
Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful I find
I can't understand nothing no more
If I jump let me fall
If I jump let me fall

[Hook]

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[Intro: Sample]
Think for yourself and you'll find out that a lot of those so-called authorities are bullsh*t

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I'm the mothaf*ckin' greatest, y'all don't know that yet
I don't need your money, you can hold that check
At the crib in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get
I'm on my worst behavior
Bad side piece with the perfect flavor
Mothaf*ckas never loved us
Comin' for your money, mothaf*cka, don't trust us
You ain't sh*t
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do that bitch
Done doin' promo
And it's still mothaf*ckin' Most Dope
Made a couple million off a brand, mothaf*cka
We ain't even got a logo
Bitch, you better have my money
(I stay feelin' myself)
I don't see anybody but me
(Man I'm killin' myself)
And this sh*t too real
See a mothaf*cka like me gettin' money
How does it feel?
Already been, but I'm back for more
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Don't sleep!

[Hook: Mac Miller]
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
(Don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
(So don't try, don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
(Oh, hello Q)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing
I might need to cave the fact
Chain reactions happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God made me that
Cause I fade to black and gets down like a plane attack
You mothaf*ckas just made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not panic
Let me see how loud you scream (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothaf*ckas start lookin'
But they're never gonna see where I be
She only speak French
Said "Bitch look, don't try and speak around me"
I don't sleep at all
If you with that bullsh*t, I don't wanna be involved, sh*t
I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, Gretzky
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me
Don't flex if you don't got sh*t on me
And you ain't got sh*t on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, come get it, come)
Drawer full of fresh whites
Snow bag full of unleaded
I don't get enough credit
Don't sleep!

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
They've done f*cked up, han?
The biggest bezzle, han?
The don, Ricky Farrakhan
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My weed burnin', my chain glitter
He's self made, Mac Miller my real nigg*
F*ck who don't like, bitch come see me
F*ck who don't like, hitta, hitta, hitta
Gettin' money so complicated
I'm the sh*t, I'm constipated
Yo baby momma, straight G
Let me use the crib to mail all the weed
California, Atlanta
White girl in the black Phantom
My top down, mid-December
Ride with a big black fat nigg*
Krispy Kreme, then it's chicken wings
Introduce you to different things
Jet skis and the best weed
Think it's fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a stylist
Pants sag, Jimmy Fallon
Blowin' green in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really wildin'
Yeah they hate but won't box a nigg*
Bought the estate from a boxin' nigg*
Paranoid, I'm walkin' 'round
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigg*
Hahahahaha
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigg*

[Hook: Mac Miller]

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[Intro: Mac Miller]
Who put the spiders in my apple sauce?
Took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody said that I deserve to die
I looked him in the eye and said the devil's not circumcised
Who put spiders in my apple sauce?
Took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody told that I deserve to die
I looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcised

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
So play me a song on the guitar
Got a rainforest in my cigar
There's knots in my yo-yo string
Put a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo king
I fell in love with a go-go dancer, she's a single mom
The underdog, I like to play the game with Diddy Kong
She the god type, throw that bitch a Klondike
Everything is alright, see it's written in the Psalms
I told her I get rich off my little songs
Gave her a billion reasons that she should come along
Immediately, she dropped her sh*t
But everywhere I go, they tell me "Watch your bitch!"
God damn! I guess I got another one
Good vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt
Got my head underwater but I ain't comin' up
F*ck air, my bitch's ass is like a plump pear
And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she's just fair
Man this life is unfair

[Hook: Mac Miller]
Okay I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to lose
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to do
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I'm readin' old Playboy magazines
Somethin' from the 50's when the journalism had it's peak
You play the background, you just a member of the faculty
I'm actually out here decision makin'
Had to get my sh*t together, I was missin' payments
I just pray to God that my lady isn't famous
She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet
She got her own stories, just let the bitch explain it

[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'bout
Was in fact the same chick, late night, creepin' out
Sneakin' out, my homie knew it, told me keep an eye
Found out she was twerkin', found out she wasn't workin'
The whole game switched when my man hit
Got me rollin' in a circle, top down, blowin' purple
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle
Swang, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'
Mike Jones, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'

[Hook: Mac Miller]

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[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Take your time, when talkin' to a nigg* I don't waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin' cases from these nigg*s who ain't face none
But I'ma be the nigg* that they feelin' when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young nigg*s led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother in his mothaf*ckin' face
What's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?
Shootin' reckless at the father almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the sh*t that both the parents had did?
Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for kills
From a family of nigg*s that was veteran skilled
Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild
Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for years
And them funerals was usual, ain't sheddin' no tears
You the fall and had it better off than most of us did
Cause sh*t, Heaven knows, Heaven's gates prolly closed
And these hoes in a race for the gold
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I spit that prayer hand emoji, that sh*t that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley's
That's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober I can deal 'em in the corner with my head low
Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that's within me
Sniff the same sh*t that got Whitney, the high heel depression
My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang
Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor
My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
This the sh*t I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high, space migration
Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
Now I'm gone, sorry I don't even know

[Outro: Mac Miller]
And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain

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I've been rappin' since the apparition
[?] was gonna kill me and I'm glad he didn't
Might have made a bad decision
He just left me with an ocean and a bad religion
While Mary Magdalene laughin', smokin' a pack of Winstons
Up on a church hill, acid trippin' with older men
As they tell her stories, she's seducin' them
But she's only usin' them
My studio is filled with spirits
And every single lyric dedicated to my dearest friends
Yeah, and lord knows that we hate the questions
So back and forth, exchange faces over why I'm playin' table tennis at dinner
I end up so bitter when I lose
Defeat hurts, I got scissors in my shoes

And I'm dancin'
Never got the steps right
Loose, I never slept tight
But I'ma keep dancin'

I did a cannonball off the deep end, my boat was comin' to America
Pouch of fairy dust and a little poodle terrier
A silver Derringer, a smile for the camera
Split your line up like James Farrior
I've always been a cowboy, they need me like the cancer cure
Weed loud as crowd noise, we just let the amber burn
Wiffle Balls, child's toys, ain't f*ckin' with amateurs
I'm Ken Griffey on the Mariners
Okay I'm way beyond the boundaries, outside of parameters
The rap chancellor, jacket made of camel fur
And Clockwork got every single answer 'cept time
I've experienced every feelin' except fine
I'm line dancin' again

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He's on drugs again
My neighbor's yellin', I don't give a f*ck again
And I swear to God if the cops come again
I'ma open up this door, get to rumblin'
Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'
My dick, your mouth, no discussion
Yeah, it's all happenin'
I must be imaginin', take a hit, time travelin'

Turn up the mothaf*ckin' volume
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?

Let me see them nipples baby
Don't give it all up, just a little, baby
I'm just tryna free your mind
Cause all you see is dollar signs

Line crosser, real life flyin' saucer
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
Young prodi-gy, I'ma eat lobster
Pull Spanish bitches but I speak nada
And she got a need to roll the weed all up
You ain't got a chance when it's me on you
I'm a mothaf*ckin' legend, girl
Get that puss* killed, bitches out in Edinboro

Turn up the mothaf*ckin' volume
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?

Leave that puss* crippled, baby
Let me slide right down a little, baby
Thumbalina, has anybody seen her face?
She's blinded by the streets

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The hallucinations have stopped, finally, thank God, but uh, my adrenaline reserves are burning out and I'm staring straight into the face of a total psychotic freako

And if by chance it's my grand finale
Bury me in Allegheny County
It's the, the most hated, so faded that I'm bow-legged
Don't beg, gross gang, smell like old lo-mein
sh*t, the flow dangerous, make you wanna do the wave
Throw your bitch right off your lap and start a standing ovation
The most strangest, master of the ceremonies
A fifth of Stoli then it's only Cher and Moby karaoke
My bitch a shooter, call her Annie Oakley
Get you for a pair of Kobe's, just got out on probation
And no famous friends for me, just old faces
I only go places wasted like I'm Joe Namath
Not a king, I'm no David, music, I'm a crackhead
No hobbies and recreation, don't even know my address
Self medicate, self education
Rick Rubin showed me transcendental meditation

[Hook:]
Let us have a grand finale
The world will be just fine without me
And I don't got a smile on his face
Slow it down, we goin' out with a bang
Are you ready for the fireworks?
It was a silent night 'til the fireworks

I fear nothin' on this odyssey of dark roads
God lives in my dog's soul, the devil in his dog bowl
We are the prophets, Jesus was a poor sport
He booted Nostradamus, turned water into wine
But he loved the gin and tonic, had skeletons in his closet
Even God will one day be forgotten
And recently I've been feelin', I've been feelin' like
It'd be really nice to get to sit with Mickey Weiss
Shoot the sh*t 'bout life, he'd be pissed I'm sniffin' white
Never got to see me grow up, how long it take to live a life?
I'm a bit surprised that I'm even still alive
Mixin' uppers and downers, practically suicide
My old Jewish mind, REMember music will be fine
And I make my own peace now, if you behind
Hallucination's how I use my mind
Who am I?

[Hook]

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