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Think I can see a fucking
About to my maker
Brought a cup of Drano
Some Soda for the flavor behavior
With psychopathic tendencies
Lonely as your neighbors with the bitches, he got needs
Word to my denim fiends, I'm on ecstasy
My flavor the nature, need an acre for my recipe
got my soul, but I don't let them take the rest of me
My melody, a little like Kenny G's, heavenly
And my tailored, me and Action rapping
be fucking with the fader, sipping mind eraser
Actually, we rapping for the of it
Taking money from you, smack you out in public
We the republican government, abundance of
Having to fuck a bitch
You're Banana Republic fit, go a dick
And your bitch looking like Cousin Itt, the

I it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit
Groupie bitches wild enough to a baby's dick
Cadillacs is whipped a hundred eighty fifth
Just for that sizzle, in case of drizzle

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy
Looking up the clouds where the angels sit
They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm
So how'd I get red dot on my head?

Yo, I perform unless the money's in my pocket first
After take my people out for octopus
We all deserve a dedication to the
your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn
You see me peeling off a whip when your mother strip
the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip
Shit, I'm on shit
Hand's fucking hotter than a in the six in the summertime
Understand I'm only for this son of mine
And so my can be a lawyer and reap the spoils
We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my is Jay Buhner
cause some of us just age sooner
I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a river
Forbidden jungle in the paper, point shaver
Check the bio, I fixed the game between and Miami of Ohio
I wild

I said it must be the drugs that got us crazy shit
Groupie bitches wild enough to suck a dick
Cadillacs is gettin' a hundred eighty fifth
Just for that sizzle, gore-tex in of drizzle

I said it must be the that got us thinking crazy shit
Looking up into the clouds the angels sit
They down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead
So I get this red dot on my head?

Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as sauce
And constantly y'all a bit of this ambiance
I was a minor, chasing after
None of my were fake, but none of
My designer
Went from posted on stoops to smoking on
I came that basement now look at this view
this money, blowing it all
Fuck what you did, just show me

Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly
Leather to the foot, horses I them to the brook
If you locked, then the chisel in the book
I see a in the mirror when I look
Look, I money but I make it back
I keep it true and ain't no motherfucking that
I get a fade and then I to black
Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored gat

I it must be the drugs
I said it be the drugs
I said it must be the
I said it must be the
I said it must be the
I said it must be the
I said it must be the
I said it be the drugs
I said it must be the

You was Easy Mac the cheesy raps
Who the fuck is Mac
This say "crack dealing trap nigga
cap peeler, back with a black stripper
Ass thicker than a wrap snicker
Too fat to zippers"
And half is I'll do to Mac Miller
Now my minds first track
A nigga who his yak richer than elixer
Taps than past tiller
Goes around the room his cats get finna
Oh you Mac
The fact's filtered in the picture
My man Jack ripped Google like Jack the Ripper
Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette
Get pumped a flat fixed to become a flat fixture
A rap figure to look like you hacked
I'll show you Boy
You can't match your killer with that
I'd rather Tigger or Jack Triller
He got track fillers for a
If he had on an ad-sticker
Wouldn't go cat where I'm from
Malcolm, I knock the thoughts off your
King, you're from a home of funny
Not like the one I've known
You look like, before you punched in
You were struckin' blows, bloody for your honey row
In the lunchroom yo money stole
You're a bully's Day Ever
those Nike's on your feet
Coming through Blue Park
I'm gon' rob this
On a party on Fifth Ave like he Trump
give me that shit
I liked you when you was Easy Mac
With the raps
Who the is Mac Miller?