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[Intro: Mac
Around a fire doing a thunder
You know what's a word? Underpants
Let's go to Syria and a war
Stop fucking calling me
not my name, well kinda
It's of my name
(A bit louder)

[Verse 1: Mac
Yeah, so I sold the and moved to my mom's attic
Life was a blockbuster but now a cult classic
Smoke 'til I'm asthmatic, embracing my bad
Travelling down the hall, I'm chasing a rabbit
that's acid, still weird from my last tablet
I like a folk singer but fuck like a crack addict
Practicing black magic and some car crashes
a dick pic and sent it to Bob Saget (I'm a faggot)
Word, the aliens landed
I don't panic in my fortress of granite
Take life for granted, probably won't when it
Thank God I'm sober

Treejay]
Run away, run
Run, run, run
Oh my...

[Verse 2: Mac
Who let the dogs
what you're doing and put 'em back in the doghouse
I human, I'm feeling like I'm a god now
But most of the time I don't need to know what I'm 'bout
Bitch, I'm a walking, crocodile
Take a picture with my mom and her out
Go to her house, up, and lock her out
(Sorry that)
I'm a phony, don't believe me
You tell that I'm so lonely from the TV
I hate cause I'm a white rapper
I hate white rappers but an industry of kite masters made me
Short-shorts and socks
I feel like without a sidewalk
Back in the 'burgh I'mma eat at my favorite spot
And smile as the hungry watch

[Verse 3: Mac
Yeah, still sex with blind people (it feel good)
They say my pussy like pine needles (as it should)
Bust a nut in the poultry section at Giant
a chicken in the face like, bitch, I'mma eat you
Yea, I'm all kinds of
mushrooms out in London trynna find the Beatles
I'm sick of people
Go back to saying, be a and kick it with Mr. Roedel
(That was my teacher)
display on my Macintosh
That's definition jacking off
In LA to get me an acting job
Cause my idol David

Mac Miller]
Man, Germans David Hasselhoff
I hear they like David Hasselhoff more they like Jews
And they love out there

[Outro:
Runaway, catch a
I did, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Runaway, Runaway,
Ooh, ooh
Girl,
You better run