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

[Verse 1: Sweatshirt]
In '09, we were on the bus, nigga
Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When it still wasn't tryna fuck with me
Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's comin'
I know 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 a different way to clear my mind out
I need to find out, I'm fine now
And I look as stupid when I talk now
And at the show look astounded
And posted up
In the cut so that it's pus 'round me
Catch him in the or dusk hours
out the pound, [?]
If your tux lousy then you sit with us, nah
Can't call it livin' when the margin
Between you and all these niggas
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 long distance,
Who you that's out that's harder than this?
Chargin' niggas a Tomlison win, nigga
Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color
wild on the route that was picked
When the clouds out
I'm out with my face in the shallow, again

Mac Miller]
I've been drownin' with this soul
Shallow soul, soul
You are from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, soul

2: Da$h]
Drugs got me feelin' Vigo Carpathian
Just look at the state in
The most acclaimed, slang contortionist
That ain't suckin' dick
Said it with my in grip
Other got a cork to hit
All this be the sportsmanship
Walked in and said I all the chips
As well as the one on my
like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
Cops still lockin' up for quotas
still numb from the shit in the soda, soft
A lost
a [?], fakin' off
Warrants bein' for the cases fought
And them drugs get by debatin' cost
You ain't while that cape was off
Just Clark, nigga, spittin' in his high
see the bright side of life
And a nigga just keep back with a dark picture
like hard liquor, and see people are books
So you judge a mothafucka by the first
And a by the back cover
The [?]The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats
Real ones, I'm the last brother, they see me on stage
said my shit was so insane
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 dusty
In a big white ugly house, I told the bitch down
Stop runnin' mouth
You holdin' my money, just up and count
My right hasn't worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, he servin' for a sheep
Me, I'm in the Jeep
weed, doin' circles in the street
How I'm playin' my shit'll wake a up
I get her faded, but her in the labia
All my life I've afraid of powder
All my life I've been of power
did all that go?
The long always called my phone
supper I was fuckin' with the Corleones
I need stronger than a quarter zone
That can save me the war unknown
Shoutout to Soulo (SOUL!) and rest in Alori Joh
The devil on the other of the glory hole
Any time, any place, you could bet eat
Cause my on the fork and the fork in the road
Look at all new faces
I see, I see, I see
comin' on the plane but they're leavin' in suitcases
Been a criminal before schedule
Used the put the weed in the sole of my Asics
Hate myself up to
But the raps are way too flagrant, so
I go
Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Mary
I've never religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all there
It's not just gypsies and fairies, this could be my breath
I'ma take my time, cause I'ma go out the way I came in
Right by the pussy with on my mind

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