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Think I can see a halo
to meet my maker
Brought a cup of Drano
Some Soda for the flavor behavior
With some tendencies
Lonely as your with the bitches, he got special needs
to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasy
My flavor from the nature, an acre for my recipe
They got my soul, but I don't let them the rest of me
My melody, a like Kenny G's, it's heavenly
And my denim tailored, me and Action
I'll be with the fader, sipping mind eraser
Actually, we rapping for the of it
Taking from you, gonna smack you out in public
We the republican government, abundance of
Having consumption to a bitch
You're Banana fit, go suck a dick
And your bitch looking like Itt, the ugliest

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

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

Yo, I don't unless the money's in my pocket first
After rapping take my people out for
We all a dedication to the fandom
Hold hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn
You see me peeling off a whip like your mother strip
Blow the dice, roll shits, hit another trip
Shit, I'm on some
Hand's fucking hotter a leather in the six in the summertime
I'm only rhyming for this son of mine
And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the
We ate the tuna, it's puma, my look is Jay Buhner
Dawggie some of us just age sooner
I'm still twisted, rocking from a strange river
jungle in the joint paper, point shaver
Check the bio, I fixed the game Kentucky and Miami of Ohio
I wild

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

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

Bitch I'm nodding off, I'm hot as sauce
And giving y'all a bit of this ambiance
I was a minor, after vagina
None of my friends were fake, but of
My designer
Went from posted on to smoking on roofs
I from that basement now look at this view
Making this money, it all
Fuck you did, just show me results

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

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

You was Mac with the cheesy raps
Who the is Mac Miller?
name say "crack dealing trap nigga
Slash cap peeler, with a black stripper
Ass thicker than a wrap snicker
Too fat to zippers"
And is what I'll do to Mac Miller
Now my minds first figured
A nigga who treats his yak richer elixer
Taps than past tiller
around the room like his cats get finna
Oh you Mac
The fact's filtered in the snapped
My man Jack ripped over Google like the Ripper
Yoohoo, I'm finna this brunette bitch
Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat
A rap to look like you hacked Twitter
show you Beastie Boy
You can't match killer with that wigger
I'd rather Tigger or Jack Triller
He got track fillers for a
If he had Jigga on an
Wouldn't go cat where I'm from
Malcolm, I knock the off your balcony
King, you're from a of funny bones
Not like the one I've known
You like, before you punched in flows
You struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey row
In the lunchroom gettin' yo stole
You're a bully's Best Day
With Nike's on your feet
Coming through Blue Slide
I'm gon' rob this
On a party on Fifth Ave like he Trump
give me that shit
I liked you better when you was Mac
the cheesy raps
Who the is Mac Miller?