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[Intro: Sweatshirt]
Yeah you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song like a damn rapper. Aww man, man, it's bein' so rich, damn

[Verse 1: Sweatshirt]
In '09, we were on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I have a brush
When it wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
Fore I up a bit like it's company comin'
I ain't we were on the cusp of the money
Tryna get a few bucks under
And my twin was all Syd's brothers
So my kin gully and my toughened
And thick lens coverin' my now
bright, nigga, I'm just high now
And if this a way to clear my mind out
I need to find out, I'm doing now
And I don't look as stupid I talk now
And everybody at the look astounded
And posted up
In the cut so much it's pus 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or hours
out the pound, [?]
If tux lousy then you can't sit with us, nah
Can't call it harsh when the margin
Between you and all these fuck
Is about as as it gets
And you workin', arm and a leg
Say he workin' but he just talkin' he ain't workin'
Like a distance, bitch
Who you know that's out that's than this?
Chargin' niggas a Tomlison win, nigga
Slight frown on the on the brim, color brown
Runnin' wild on the route was picked
When the clouds out
I'm out with my face in the shallow, drownin'

[Hook: Mac
I've drownin' with this shallow soul
Shallow soul, soul
You are drinkin' from a soul
Shallow soul, soul

2: Da$h]
Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo
Just at the state he's in
The most critically acclaimed, contortionist
ain't suckin' corporate dick
Said it my balls in grip
Other got a cork to hit
All this Ralph be the
in and said I needed all the chips
As as the one on my shoulder
like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
Cops lockin' niggas up for quotas
Brain still numb the shit in the soda, soft
A generation
a [?], fakin' off
Warrants bein' for the cases fought
And them drugs get by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman while that was off
Clark, nigga, spittin' in his high rise
Tryna see the side of life
And a nigga just keep back with a dark picture
It's like hard liquor, and see are books
So you judge a mothafucka by the first
And a by the back cover
The [?]The crime is long-sleeved, so the covered
Real ones, I'm the last brother, they see me on stage
They said my shit was so
It was Cobain hit his last number

Mac Miller]

[Verse 3: Mac
Isn't he off the up's and down's
Got a Whitney, put it in a blunt for now
She was supposed to get me high, why the I wanna die now?
And I'm strung out on this couch
In a big white ugly house, I told the bitch down
Stop runnin' mouth
You holdin' my money, shut up and count
My right hasn't worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, like he for a sheep
Me, I'm in the Jeep
weed, doin' circles in the street
How I'm playin' my shit'll a baby up
I get her faded, but her in the labia
All my I've been afraid of powder
All my life I've been of power
did all that go?
The decision always called my phone
Last supper I was fuckin' with the
I need somethin' stronger than a zone
That can save me the war unknown
to Soulo (SOUL!) and rest in peace Alori Joh
The devil on the other side of the glory
Any time, any place, you could bet eat
Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the
Look at all these new
I see, I see, I see
They're comin' on the but they're leavin' in suitcases
Been a criminal before schedule
Used the put the weed in the of my blue Asics
Hate myself up to
But the raps are way too flagrant, so
I go
Throwin' up a prayer, a Hail Mary
never been religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all there
It's not just gypsies and fairies, this be my last breath
I'ma take my time, cause go out the same way I came in
Right by the with nothin' on my mind

[Outro: Mac
You are standing in the shallow
You are speaking the shallow soul
Shallow
I've been drowning with this soul
soul, shallow soul
You are drinking from a shallow
soul, shallow soul
(fades)