Yeah, yeah
Shoulda died already (faces)
I shoulda died already, shit (faces)
Yeah
I shoulda died already (faces)
Came in, I was high already
E'rybody trippin' that my mind ain't steady (faces)
For my sin, shoulda been crucified already, rah
Why the f*ck you need me? (Faces)
Don't you know how to fly already?
Try and tell you that it ain't real (faces)
Tell 'em, "Find that yeti" (ah-ooh)
Oh (faces)
Motherf*cker (I'm that yeti, yeah!)
And it all could end right now (faces)
I never been so ready (faces)
All my homies philosophers (damn right, yes)
Yeah (faces), all my homies philosophers (woo)
And I don't need nobody, I would love somebody though
Don't you ever get it f*cked up (faces)
Everybody wanna be God
Besides God, he wanna be like us (faces)
We ain't never sleep too much
Beat that pussy up, she gonna need that trust (faces)
Never see me in the street too much
But on the inside, I'm outside, all the time (faces, faces)
Try and stay away from electric shock (faces)
That electric shock, I'm outside
Faces, faces (yeah), faces (yeah), faces (yeah)
Faces, faces, faces, faces
Faces, faces, faces, faces
Mac Miller - Faces Album Lyrics
Mac Miller - Faces Lyrics
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Stephen Bruner, Wilton Felder
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Here We Go
"Be without fear in the face of your enemies
Be brave and upright that God may love thee
Speak the truth even if it leads to your death
Safeguard the helpless and do no wrong
This is your oath"
Yeah
Yeah, so how's it feel?
Can you feel it?
Uh, polo pajamas, I think I made it
I showed my mom my first million, she damn near fainted
The rich and famous, so nice to make your acquaintance
The legends put out their latest, I feel that it sound outdated
I'm the hardest workin' person in the universe
Temptation, victim to the church of Lucifer
Internet rappers ain't shit when no computers work
You spent your whole advance on two chains and a Gucci verse (a Gucci verse?)
I'm the greatest, admit it, I'm the greatest
And I don't hold a grudge against anybody who hated
I'm underrated, don't fit on nobody's playlist
If I ain't in your top ten then you a racist
Cocaine ether creates a strange creature
They wasn't hearin' me 'til I f*cked with a Brainfeeder
I'm still playin' it out the same speakers
I did it all without a Drake feature
So many things that I've created
But this right here might be my favorite
They ask me how I feel, I say, "Amazing"
I feel amazing
So many things that I've created
But this right here might be my favorite
Yeah
Brand new home, I think I made it
Key to the city, I keep to open the gates wit'
A briefcase with a million under the pavement
That's just on some rainy day shit, yeah
The kids gettin' murdered that I grew up wit'
They shootin' up, doin' drugs or they doin' nothin'
My girl's parents still livin' out in the hood
I come through in that new Beamer like the shit all good, damn
I'm just a human, let me make mistakes
Shit has changed, ain't little Malcolm with the baby face
Even my homies tell me, "Take a break"
They know it ain't their place, and this a day I hate to waste
I'm tryna be a legend by tomorrow
They say I can't, I'm determined to prove 'em wrong though
I'm not perfect but they ain't either
I did it all without a Jay feature
Be brave and upright that God may love thee
Speak the truth even if it leads to your death
Safeguard the helpless and do no wrong
This is your oath"
Yeah
Yeah, so how's it feel?
Can you feel it?
Uh, polo pajamas, I think I made it
I showed my mom my first million, she damn near fainted
The rich and famous, so nice to make your acquaintance
The legends put out their latest, I feel that it sound outdated
I'm the hardest workin' person in the universe
Temptation, victim to the church of Lucifer
Internet rappers ain't shit when no computers work
You spent your whole advance on two chains and a Gucci verse (a Gucci verse?)
I'm the greatest, admit it, I'm the greatest
And I don't hold a grudge against anybody who hated
I'm underrated, don't fit on nobody's playlist
If I ain't in your top ten then you a racist
Cocaine ether creates a strange creature
They wasn't hearin' me 'til I f*cked with a Brainfeeder
I'm still playin' it out the same speakers
I did it all without a Drake feature
So many things that I've created
But this right here might be my favorite
They ask me how I feel, I say, "Amazing"
I feel amazing
So many things that I've created
But this right here might be my favorite
Yeah
Brand new home, I think I made it
Key to the city, I keep to open the gates wit'
A briefcase with a million under the pavement
That's just on some rainy day shit, yeah
The kids gettin' murdered that I grew up wit'
They shootin' up, doin' drugs or they doin' nothin'
My girl's parents still livin' out in the hood
I come through in that new Beamer like the shit all good, damn
I'm just a human, let me make mistakes
Shit has changed, ain't little Malcolm with the baby face
Even my homies tell me, "Take a break"
They know it ain't their place, and this a day I hate to waste
I'm tryna be a legend by tomorrow
They say I can't, I'm determined to prove 'em wrong though
I'm not perfect but they ain't either
I did it all without a Jay feature
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Andrew Kim, Thom Bell, William Hart
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Friends
[Intro: Mac Miller]
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
(Mr. Davis)
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
Okay
Yea, Okay, okay
Okay, O-kay-kay-kay-kay
Okay, okay, um
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Snowflakes keep falling on my expired debit cards
Don't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra car
My pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marks
And everyday is full of jokers like a deck of cards
So, I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome-piece
But, I'm not the devil, I'm a motherf*cking Minotaur
Oh my God, look at how upset you are
Cause we out here winning, brought my dogs from out the reservoir
And I'mma let 'em bark, before you ready, my set will start
We forgot our roots before and trust me, things they fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
My conscious so weak I need to split it up in 7 parts
Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time
Went to Amare's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart
But Kevin don't remember that
I saw him at the V-M-A's, told a joke - he never laughed
The rap diablo, free your mind my motto
And we all gonna be good if TreeJ ever hit the lotto
So arigato
So, shit you know I'm world famous
And R. Kelly been told me I'm the world's greatest
But still to fall in love is like an orgasm
Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake it
I'm always faded, getting shaded in the basement
I just bought a cello, now all I do is play it
Thank God that I made it
Ask Q where Dave is
He'll probably tell you that he's rolling midnights out in Vegas
When I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacent
Wear a suit to cash a check, we're going to the banquet
And Jimmy got the burner, but he don't wanna murder
And clockwork somewhere out in Sweden speaking Danish like
(Husband, isn't this your language?)
That man must be a alien
I really can't explain it, shit
It's just a little cocaine sniff
But the lines is longer than parades is
I think it's time to give me all your praises
So I can get this money and give all the homies raises
My life is on these words, this is my affidavit
And if you wanna legal battle - send your ass to David (that's my lawyer)
I'm half man-half amazing
Probably half God, but that don't fit my calculations
I know the planet Earth is about to explode
Kinda hope that no one save it
We only grow from anguish
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
Yea, Miller Mac
(Miller Mac)
Miller Mac, Mac Miller
(Miller Mac)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
There's snowflakes falling on my debit card
Swear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever are
In this Game of Thrones, it is known
I got the 4G, L-T-E connection boards
No Control, f*ck Ken Lamar (F*ck you Kendrick!)
I don't vote, I never registered
But I'm a magnet for them zeros call me Edward Sharpe
I wake up feeling dead, I need a fresher start
So me and Q put people on the label we don't remember
Smiled as I saw Jerm, nerding out with Josh Berg
Talking in [?], and drinking Arnold Palmer
Any other room, watching C-Span with E. Dan
Land out the baseline, doing drums with his freehand
When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican
My mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrows
I walked in, ready for them Sprewell braids
But the lady said my hair was too short though, man
I always thought my moms was the illest for that shit
Driving through the hood she did not have a reaction
With a 6 year old she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like f*ck those cops
God damn, it just don't stop
I know my father probably wish I would just smoke pot
My grandma probably slap me for the drugs I got
I'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love rocks
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Yea, I've had the same outfit for 6 days straight
And Still all these bitches will get in position because I got their pussies all dripping in pain
Somehow, I'm making this music it's just to relate to
And I got the life-raft, ain't gonna save you
Look at my reflection, I broke the mirror
It's only for protection, shit keep getting weirder
Now I can't see a thing but, things never been clearer
Call the Mothman its Richard Gere (It's Richard Mother F*ckin' Gere!)
This is our year
Let's get f*cked up and get the f*ck up outta here
I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere
And looking down like
We come in peace
I told Will and Bill they need to kick the habit
We on the same trip, we just got different baggage
Parks spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
(Mr. Davis)
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
Okay
Yea, Okay, okay
Okay, O-kay-kay-kay-kay
Okay, okay, um
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Snowflakes keep falling on my expired debit cards
Don't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra car
My pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marks
And everyday is full of jokers like a deck of cards
So, I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome-piece
But, I'm not the devil, I'm a motherf*cking Minotaur
Oh my God, look at how upset you are
Cause we out here winning, brought my dogs from out the reservoir
And I'mma let 'em bark, before you ready, my set will start
We forgot our roots before and trust me, things they fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
My conscious so weak I need to split it up in 7 parts
Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time
Went to Amare's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart
But Kevin don't remember that
I saw him at the V-M-A's, told a joke - he never laughed
The rap diablo, free your mind my motto
And we all gonna be good if TreeJ ever hit the lotto
So arigato
So, shit you know I'm world famous
And R. Kelly been told me I'm the world's greatest
But still to fall in love is like an orgasm
Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake it
I'm always faded, getting shaded in the basement
I just bought a cello, now all I do is play it
Thank God that I made it
Ask Q where Dave is
He'll probably tell you that he's rolling midnights out in Vegas
When I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacent
Wear a suit to cash a check, we're going to the banquet
And Jimmy got the burner, but he don't wanna murder
And clockwork somewhere out in Sweden speaking Danish like
(Husband, isn't this your language?)
That man must be a alien
I really can't explain it, shit
It's just a little cocaine sniff
But the lines is longer than parades is
I think it's time to give me all your praises
So I can get this money and give all the homies raises
My life is on these words, this is my affidavit
And if you wanna legal battle - send your ass to David (that's my lawyer)
I'm half man-half amazing
Probably half God, but that don't fit my calculations
I know the planet Earth is about to explode
Kinda hope that no one save it
We only grow from anguish
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
Yea, Miller Mac
(Miller Mac)
Miller Mac, Mac Miller
(Miller Mac)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
There's snowflakes falling on my debit card
Swear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever are
In this Game of Thrones, it is known
I got the 4G, L-T-E connection boards
No Control, f*ck Ken Lamar (F*ck you Kendrick!)
I don't vote, I never registered
But I'm a magnet for them zeros call me Edward Sharpe
I wake up feeling dead, I need a fresher start
So me and Q put people on the label we don't remember
Smiled as I saw Jerm, nerding out with Josh Berg
Talking in [?], and drinking Arnold Palmer
Any other room, watching C-Span with E. Dan
Land out the baseline, doing drums with his freehand
When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican
My mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrows
I walked in, ready for them Sprewell braids
But the lady said my hair was too short though, man
I always thought my moms was the illest for that shit
Driving through the hood she did not have a reaction
With a 6 year old she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like f*ck those cops
God damn, it just don't stop
I know my father probably wish I would just smoke pot
My grandma probably slap me for the drugs I got
I'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love rocks
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Yea, I've had the same outfit for 6 days straight
And Still all these bitches will get in position because I got their pussies all dripping in pain
Somehow, I'm making this music it's just to relate to
And I got the life-raft, ain't gonna save you
Look at my reflection, I broke the mirror
It's only for protection, shit keep getting weirder
Now I can't see a thing but, things never been clearer
Call the Mothman its Richard Gere (It's Richard Mother F*ckin' Gere!)
This is our year
Let's get f*cked up and get the f*ck up outta here
I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere
And looking down like
We come in peace
I told Will and Bill they need to kick the habit
We on the same trip, we just got different baggage
Parks spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Miles Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Angel Dust
Yeah, yeah
Umm... uh...
Ladies and gentleman
Yeah, whew, that drip
Yeah, okay
Writing on writer's block, haven't slept in days
They wanna put me in the psycho watch
Everyone's afraid of what I do inside my studio
Worried I'mma lose control
They ruffling my feathers and they shuffling the Yu-Gi-Oh
Execution flow, at your neck like new cologne
Uno, dos, bitch I'm in your head like Freddy Krueger though
(My brain fried, always chasing the same high
I'm so f*cked up to function, do nothing but waste time)
Woke up annihilated, lying on the pavement
Covered in items I regurgitated under a fire escape
And I know that it's Friday, cause every Friday they have a parade
In-front of city hall, hear them celebrate, they having a ball
My pupils dilated, highly dehydrated
I'm lost inside a giant matrix
Isolate myself from eyes I find contagious
Jump above the come down
I'm strung out and not in ops inside the dugout
[Hook:]
Don't be scared just come with me
It feels so good to be this free
What are you afraid of? Tell me what you're made of!
What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust!
Just a little Angel dust!
It's just a little angel dust!
I'm playing hot potato on a Winnebago
The chips are stale, they taste okay though when they dipped in queso
And what's an angel with a missing halo
She will drop out of school to take a trip to day glow
Found a twenty laying by the sewer rats
You know little Stewart hasn't been in any movies lately
He's spent his paychecks on cocaine and latex
His agent working hard to book him a commercial
What I do should not concern you
Do this till I turn blue
Not Eric Sermon, I'm more Merlin
Curses, turn 'em into bird food
Hurried to make the first move
I'm walking like Herschel
Now we at the end of verse two
Uh!
[Hook]
Don't f*ck with the angel dust
Don't f*ck with the angel dust
Please don't f*ck with the angel dust
Oh! Please don't f*ck with the angel dust!
Umm... uh...
Ladies and gentleman
Yeah, whew, that drip
Yeah, okay
Writing on writer's block, haven't slept in days
They wanna put me in the psycho watch
Everyone's afraid of what I do inside my studio
Worried I'mma lose control
They ruffling my feathers and they shuffling the Yu-Gi-Oh
Execution flow, at your neck like new cologne
Uno, dos, bitch I'm in your head like Freddy Krueger though
(My brain fried, always chasing the same high
I'm so f*cked up to function, do nothing but waste time)
Woke up annihilated, lying on the pavement
Covered in items I regurgitated under a fire escape
And I know that it's Friday, cause every Friday they have a parade
In-front of city hall, hear them celebrate, they having a ball
My pupils dilated, highly dehydrated
I'm lost inside a giant matrix
Isolate myself from eyes I find contagious
Jump above the come down
I'm strung out and not in ops inside the dugout
[Hook:]
Don't be scared just come with me
It feels so good to be this free
What are you afraid of? Tell me what you're made of!
What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust!
Just a little Angel dust!
It's just a little angel dust!
I'm playing hot potato on a Winnebago
The chips are stale, they taste okay though when they dipped in queso
And what's an angel with a missing halo
She will drop out of school to take a trip to day glow
Found a twenty laying by the sewer rats
You know little Stewart hasn't been in any movies lately
He's spent his paychecks on cocaine and latex
His agent working hard to book him a commercial
What I do should not concern you
Do this till I turn blue
Not Eric Sermon, I'm more Merlin
Curses, turn 'em into bird food
Hurried to make the first move
I'm walking like Herschel
Now we at the end of verse two
Uh!
[Hook]
Don't f*ck with the angel dust
Don't f*ck with the angel dust
Please don't f*ck with the angel dust
Oh! Please don't f*ck with the angel dust!
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Josh Berg, Thad Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Universal Music Publishing Group
Malibu
"The good times can be a trap"
"Oh yeah?" "Hahaha"
"Oh, hell naw (yeah, yeah)
Not here" (Scheiße)
Check myself into rehab
Yeah, um
I might die before I detox
(You piece of shit)
Now that's a bar
I'm gonna save that one for a little bit (you piece of shit)
Now let me come in with- with somethin' else, you feel me? (Here we go)
Yeah, yeah, it's air Jordan on my flip-flops (woo)
And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop (k-ch, blaow)
I might die before I detox
This ain't high-school, no little Asian I can cheat off (mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi)
We keep chiefin' while police watch (woo)
Loss in vibration sirens blowin' up the weed spot (ha, yeah)
And Heisman hopefuls all growin' up to be cops
Chasin' after gangsters but they never find a g-spot (ohh)
I'm recordin' like I'll die tomorrow (die)
At the rate I'm gettin' high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow (find)
But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow (oh my God)
As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow (oh my God)
She'll be smilin' by tomorrow
Everythin' will be so fine tomorrow (yeah)
Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow
Come say hi tomorrow (hello)
Well I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Well I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Here I am
Oh
I know you see me
Here I am
Yeah
And I'll be damned if this ain't some shit but here I am
I'm the only suicidal motherf*cker wit' a smile on (ching)
Let's hold hands and sing the bible, that's a violent psalm
The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along
Everybody grab a f*ckin' number, this a die-a-thon (mi-mi-mi-mi-mi)
(Kill me) oh, I'm the bomb (hell yeah)
Literally back away, I'm the bomb (ka-plow)
Let me get my lion on (growl)
Yeah, okay
Eighty-five grand get you a heavy ass wrist (bling)
They ain't killin', they just yellin', that's it (ahh)
A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff (uh)
On the phone probably yellin' at rich (come on man)
Say, double the money (double the money)
Please, double the money (double the money)
Triple the problems, double the money
They was all laughin', wasn't that funny? (Hahahaha)
I started f*cking with drugs and now I'm a junkie
The U-S of A, I f*ck with my country (oh)
But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie (oh, oh)
I'm thinking 'til my brain pops
Spittin' is a cakewalk (whoa)
I'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day job (woo)
Wiz gettin' faded, come and kick it at a bakeshop
Everythin' is A-1, steak sauce (hahaha)
(Ohh, thank God)
Goddamnit (thank God)
Thank God
Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
"Oh yeah?" "Hahaha"
"Oh, hell naw (yeah, yeah)
Not here" (Scheiße)
Check myself into rehab
Yeah, um
I might die before I detox
(You piece of shit)
Now that's a bar
I'm gonna save that one for a little bit (you piece of shit)
Now let me come in with- with somethin' else, you feel me? (Here we go)
Yeah, yeah, it's air Jordan on my flip-flops (woo)
And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop (k-ch, blaow)
I might die before I detox
This ain't high-school, no little Asian I can cheat off (mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi)
We keep chiefin' while police watch (woo)
Loss in vibration sirens blowin' up the weed spot (ha, yeah)
And Heisman hopefuls all growin' up to be cops
Chasin' after gangsters but they never find a g-spot (ohh)
I'm recordin' like I'll die tomorrow (die)
At the rate I'm gettin' high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow (find)
But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow (oh my God)
As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow (oh my God)
She'll be smilin' by tomorrow
Everythin' will be so fine tomorrow (yeah)
Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow
Come say hi tomorrow (hello)
Well I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Well I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Here I am
Oh
I know you see me
Here I am
Yeah
And I'll be damned if this ain't some shit but here I am
I'm the only suicidal motherf*cker wit' a smile on (ching)
Let's hold hands and sing the bible, that's a violent psalm
The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along
Everybody grab a f*ckin' number, this a die-a-thon (mi-mi-mi-mi-mi)
(Kill me) oh, I'm the bomb (hell yeah)
Literally back away, I'm the bomb (ka-plow)
Let me get my lion on (growl)
Yeah, okay
Eighty-five grand get you a heavy ass wrist (bling)
They ain't killin', they just yellin', that's it (ahh)
A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff (uh)
On the phone probably yellin' at rich (come on man)
Say, double the money (double the money)
Please, double the money (double the money)
Triple the problems, double the money
They was all laughin', wasn't that funny? (Hahahaha)
I started f*cking with drugs and now I'm a junkie
The U-S of A, I f*ck with my country (oh)
But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie (oh, oh)
I'm thinking 'til my brain pops
Spittin' is a cakewalk (whoa)
I'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day job (woo)
Wiz gettin' faded, come and kick it at a bakeshop
Everythin' is A-1, steak sauce (hahaha)
(Ohh, thank God)
Goddamnit (thank God)
Thank God
Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
What Do You Do
[Intro:]
This tambourine
Shake her
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Man, I think I'm Eric Andre
Man, I think I'm Louis C-K
Man, I think so therefore I am
Man, It's 8 A.M
Man, My mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes
My brother one of the only ones I can confide in
It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in
I toot my horn, I blow my bugle
I recycle, I say "free beluga whales" on YouTube
What do you do?
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Okay, the pussy like trouble cause I'm in it often
A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin
But down the slope in my toboggan
Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin
Now it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boring
Still at it
The drug absorbent, endorphin addict
The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet
I know a bitch will let you f*ck her for coachella passes
[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
Oh so pompous the ambiance
You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian
I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on
If she got that stank puss then I won't be long
[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
Never lose your mind because insanity is brutal
Life's just like college, all you have's your noodle
Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man
Me and Mikey go back like bron bron's headbands
White American, hotter from the aryan
[Verse 5: Sir Michael Rocks]
New Tibetan, [?] he hated when you stare at him
Jumping in (the jacuzzi on) say I f*ck with you the long way
I love you more than Kanye love Kanye
[Verse 6: Mac Miller]
Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers
I'm in the suburbs doing drive-by's on Razor scooters
It's my first try, so I got a 3rd eye
It's work time, sell the coke to the students out in Irvine
[Verse 7: Sir Michael Rocks]
Coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai
Why we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise?
It's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of light
It's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights
[Verse 8: Mac Miller]
I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord
We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4
Get high, f*cking with the Tech Deck
Call in local middle schools and send in some death threats
[Bridge: Sir Michael Rocks]
Hey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart
I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished
[Verse 9: Mac Miller]
I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black
I'm getting lit with Dash, she don't see us in the back
No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash
Oh yea
[Outro: Mac Miller & Sir Michael Rocks]
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top, we can keep riding for now
Let me off at the top, the road keeps winding around
Let me off at the top, oh I'm high as the clouds
Let me off at the top, hey motherf*cker shut your f*ckin' mouth
Yaaa
This tambourine
Shake her
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Man, I think I'm Eric Andre
Man, I think I'm Louis C-K
Man, I think so therefore I am
Man, It's 8 A.M
Man, My mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes
My brother one of the only ones I can confide in
It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in
I toot my horn, I blow my bugle
I recycle, I say "free beluga whales" on YouTube
What do you do?
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Okay, the pussy like trouble cause I'm in it often
A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin
But down the slope in my toboggan
Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin
Now it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boring
Still at it
The drug absorbent, endorphin addict
The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet
I know a bitch will let you f*ck her for coachella passes
[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
Oh so pompous the ambiance
You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian
I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on
If she got that stank puss then I won't be long
[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
Never lose your mind because insanity is brutal
Life's just like college, all you have's your noodle
Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man
Me and Mikey go back like bron bron's headbands
White American, hotter from the aryan
[Verse 5: Sir Michael Rocks]
New Tibetan, [?] he hated when you stare at him
Jumping in (the jacuzzi on) say I f*ck with you the long way
I love you more than Kanye love Kanye
[Verse 6: Mac Miller]
Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers
I'm in the suburbs doing drive-by's on Razor scooters
It's my first try, so I got a 3rd eye
It's work time, sell the coke to the students out in Irvine
[Verse 7: Sir Michael Rocks]
Coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai
Why we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise?
It's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of light
It's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights
[Verse 8: Mac Miller]
I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord
We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4
Get high, f*cking with the Tech Deck
Call in local middle schools and send in some death threats
[Bridge: Sir Michael Rocks]
Hey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart
I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished
[Verse 9: Mac Miller]
I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black
I'm getting lit with Dash, she don't see us in the back
No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash
Oh yea
[Outro: Mac Miller & Sir Michael Rocks]
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top, we can keep riding for now
Let me off at the top, the road keeps winding around
Let me off at the top, oh I'm high as the clouds
Let me off at the top, hey motherf*cker shut your f*ckin' mouth
Yaaa
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Antoine Reed
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
It Just Doesnt Matter
"They've got the best equipment that money can buy
Hell, every team they're sending over here has their own personal masseuse
Not masseur, masseuse
But, it doesn't matter
Do you know that every mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram
Blood and urine tests, every forty-eight hours
To see if there's any change in his physical condition?
Do you know that they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union?
East and West Germany and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad & Tobago?
But it doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
I tell you it just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
Even if we win, if we win, ha
Even if we win
Even if we play so far over our heads
That our noses bleed for a week to ten days
Even if God in Heaven above comes down
And points his hand at our side of the field
Even if every man, woman, and child
Held hands together and prayed for us to win
It just wouldn't matter"
Yeah
Yeah
Um, um
Jumping out the Camino
Just left the gas station, smell like Hot Cheetos
Recording soft-core on her TiVo
Ma, the meatloaf
Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp
All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for
Hold up, paus, always over the quota
Boss, wake up in Polo, sleep in Lacoste
Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me
Couple people that I know that happen to play me
Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy
Shit, I'm actually crazy
Um, and
Q's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor Cohen
Christian Dior, nothing I'm owning
Go to Hawaii, f*ck with Samoans
Get faded and sleep in the oceans
Keep it in motion
I'm rolling, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rolling
Keep it in motion, I'm rolling, yeah
And your bitch wearing elbow pads
Sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half
Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on
I'm higher than Voltron, with a bunch of gold on
Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton
Hold on, do you f*ckin' dirty like the soap gone
Froze on, it's bone chilling, colder than the Pope's secrets
Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus
Walking behemoth, I increase the feces
'Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed
Buggin' out, had it all, I'm nothing now, I just gave it away
F*ck a label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a face
Um, yeah
I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap
I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack
Remember that, I ain't shit but a fraud
But everyone I know ain't nothing to God
But everyone I know ain't nothing to God
Hell, every team they're sending over here has their own personal masseuse
Not masseur, masseuse
But, it doesn't matter
Do you know that every mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram
Blood and urine tests, every forty-eight hours
To see if there's any change in his physical condition?
Do you know that they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union?
East and West Germany and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad & Tobago?
But it doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
I tell you it just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
It just doesn't matter
Even if we win, if we win, ha
Even if we win
Even if we play so far over our heads
That our noses bleed for a week to ten days
Even if God in Heaven above comes down
And points his hand at our side of the field
Even if every man, woman, and child
Held hands together and prayed for us to win
It just wouldn't matter"
Yeah
Yeah
Um, um
Jumping out the Camino
Just left the gas station, smell like Hot Cheetos
Recording soft-core on her TiVo
Ma, the meatloaf
Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp
All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for
Hold up, paus, always over the quota
Boss, wake up in Polo, sleep in Lacoste
Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me
Couple people that I know that happen to play me
Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy
Shit, I'm actually crazy
Um, and
Q's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor Cohen
Christian Dior, nothing I'm owning
Go to Hawaii, f*ck with Samoans
Get faded and sleep in the oceans
Keep it in motion
I'm rolling, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rolling
Keep it in motion, I'm rolling, yeah
And your bitch wearing elbow pads
Sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half
Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on
I'm higher than Voltron, with a bunch of gold on
Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton
Hold on, do you f*ckin' dirty like the soap gone
Froze on, it's bone chilling, colder than the Pope's secrets
Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus
Walking behemoth, I increase the feces
'Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed
Buggin' out, had it all, I'm nothing now, I just gave it away
F*ck a label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a face
Um, yeah
I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap
I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack
Remember that, I ain't shit but a fraud
But everyone I know ain't nothing to God
But everyone I know ain't nothing to God
Writer: Brent Reynolds, Dominic Angelella, Eric Dan, Karl Jenkins, Malcolm McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Therapy
Just so Pittsburgh, man
So how's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Now it's real
So can you tell me how you feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
How it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
How's it feel?
So can you tell me how's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
How it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
Yeah
Said, "Baby, what you doin' tonight?
We could watch the world get ruined tonight," livin' this life
Got you flexin', feelin' colder than ice, let it melt
As we follow all the stupid advice, and I don't usually like (okay)
To be this honest witchu, I must have lost the picture (honest witchu, lost the picture)
Gimme a box of Swishers, room full of obnoxious bitches (got you)
Why you lyin' to me? Just grab your ladies
That Mercedes all kinds of roomy, and when the times are gloomy
Hit me up (up), I can make you feel like that perfect girl you wish you was (was)
Givin' you that feelin' like when Christmas come (when Christmas come)
I just take all of my problems, throw 'em in the blunt
Light 'em up and watch 'em float away, ayy (that smoke)
Watch 'em float
I can take you anywhere that you wanna go
Can you dream?
Can you tell me how's it feel? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? (How's it feel?)
Can you tell me how
It feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
How it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? (How's it feel?)
Can you tell me how it feel? (How's it feel?) (Yes)
How's it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?) (Yes)
(How's it feel?)
Okay, said
I'm back on these rap songs (okay)
Feelin' they're never gonna last long (okay)
Got a shortcut, baby? I'll pass on it
My dick, throw your ass on it (blaow)
Pass the time, ask for my alibi, tryna tell you I need that (i need that)
Just relax (just relax)
Put that money in my motherf*ckin' hand (in my hand)
Take another pull, goddamn (goddamn)
Ain't part of the plan, like a car in a van
I'm rollin', I'm feelin' good, I'm golden
My man, let me just do my dance (my man, my dance)
'Cause, motherf*cker, this my jam
Said this my jam, this my jam (this my mother f*ckin' jam)
How many times you 'bout to let them opportunities pass you by?
I used to be a pretty passive guy
Since before I was a goddamn mastermind (uh-uh, woo)
In that castle of mine, I came up in half the time as these lame f*cks
You can't rush that greatness, that mansion where my maid lives
Like, whoa
Watch 'em float
I can take you anywhere that you wanna go (that you wanna go)
Can you dream? (Can you dream?)
Can you tell me how's it feel? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? (How's it feel?)
Can you tell me how
It feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
How it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? (How's it feel?)
Can you tell me how it feel? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
(How's it feel?) Ha
How's it feel?
How's it feel?
How's it feel?
How's it feel?
Well, can you tell me how's it feel? (How's it feel?)
Can you tell me how it feel? (How's it feel?) (Please)
How's it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Ha)
So how's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Now it's real
So can you tell me how you feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
How it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
How's it feel?
So can you tell me how's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
How it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me?
Yeah
Said, "Baby, what you doin' tonight?
We could watch the world get ruined tonight," livin' this life
Got you flexin', feelin' colder than ice, let it melt
As we follow all the stupid advice, and I don't usually like (okay)
To be this honest witchu, I must have lost the picture (honest witchu, lost the picture)
Gimme a box of Swishers, room full of obnoxious bitches (got you)
Why you lyin' to me? Just grab your ladies
That Mercedes all kinds of roomy, and when the times are gloomy
Hit me up (up), I can make you feel like that perfect girl you wish you was (was)
Givin' you that feelin' like when Christmas come (when Christmas come)
I just take all of my problems, throw 'em in the blunt
Light 'em up and watch 'em float away, ayy (that smoke)
Watch 'em float
I can take you anywhere that you wanna go
Can you dream?
Can you tell me how's it feel? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? (How's it feel?)
Can you tell me how
It feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
How it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? (How's it feel?)
Can you tell me how it feel? (How's it feel?) (Yes)
How's it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?) (Yes)
(How's it feel?)
Okay, said
I'm back on these rap songs (okay)
Feelin' they're never gonna last long (okay)
Got a shortcut, baby? I'll pass on it
My dick, throw your ass on it (blaow)
Pass the time, ask for my alibi, tryna tell you I need that (i need that)
Just relax (just relax)
Put that money in my motherf*ckin' hand (in my hand)
Take another pull, goddamn (goddamn)
Ain't part of the plan, like a car in a van
I'm rollin', I'm feelin' good, I'm golden
My man, let me just do my dance (my man, my dance)
'Cause, motherf*cker, this my jam
Said this my jam, this my jam (this my mother f*ckin' jam)
How many times you 'bout to let them opportunities pass you by?
I used to be a pretty passive guy
Since before I was a goddamn mastermind (uh-uh, woo)
In that castle of mine, I came up in half the time as these lame f*cks
You can't rush that greatness, that mansion where my maid lives
Like, whoa
Watch 'em float
I can take you anywhere that you wanna go (that you wanna go)
Can you dream? (Can you dream?)
Can you tell me how's it feel? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? (How's it feel?)
Can you tell me how
It feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
How it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? (How's it feel?)
Can you tell me how it feel? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
(How's it feel?) Ha
How's it feel?
How's it feel?
How's it feel?
How's it feel?
Well, can you tell me how's it feel? (How's it feel?)
Can you tell me how it feel? (How's it feel?) (Please)
How's it feel to come and hang around a motherf*cker like me? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? (Ha)
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Eric Dan, Jacques Burvick, Jeremy Kulousek
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Polo Jeans
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I give no f*cks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead
Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I f*cking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a f*cking soldier
So cold bro f*ck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna f*ck Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went through the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm f*cking high
We publicize, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time
Blaow
[Hook: Mac Miller]
This another motherf*cking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with dark and stormier weather
Flip the f*cking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for soda and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older initials
Been rap game tighter than boa constricters
Rolling stoned like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my f*cking home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, f*ck what you think
The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift
[Hook: Mac Miller]
I give no f*cks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead
Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I f*cking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a f*cking soldier
So cold bro f*ck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna f*ck Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went through the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm f*cking high
We publicize, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time
Blaow
[Hook: Mac Miller]
This another motherf*cking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with dark and stormier weather
Flip the f*cking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for soda and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older initials
Been rap game tighter than boa constricters
Rolling stoned like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my f*cking home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, f*ck what you think
The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift
[Hook: Mac Miller]
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Thebe Kgositsile
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Happy Birthday
Bum-ba-da-bum-bum
Yeah
Yeah (yeah)
Okay
There's a birthday party happening upstairs (where?)
And it's all for me, who the f*ck cares? (F*ck it)
They don't notice if I never go and show my face (face)
They just looking for a reason they can celebrate (that's okay)
I hate to waste the vanilla cake that they made for me (tasty)
I tell the same stories, they pretend they never heard 'em (boring)
I'll just stay down here inside the studio (uh-huh)
Doing blow and paraphrasing the crucible (witch)
If you f*cking with the god, that's a funeral (kill 'em)
Lose your soul, I'm witcha longer than your student loans (woah)
Who got the ecstasy pills? I need a few to roll (raw)
I'm a real drug addict, homie, you should know
Somebody please tell Jimmy to put the pistol down (stop man please, please, please please)
He's serious this time, he's gonna kill me now (bapa-papa-pam, ah)
He'll regret it when I hit the ground (what did I do?)
For now, everybody gather round
It's happy birthday (woo)
It's a birthday party (yeah)
Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherf*cking song)
It's your birthday party (sing me a motherf*cking song)
Yeah, happy birthday (yeah)
It's your birthday party (come on)
Happy birthday (come on come on)
Yeah, happy birthday (come on, come on)
Yeah, okay
Happy birthday (thanks)
How the f*ck you feel? (Good)
Do you ever sit and wonder what is real? (Huh?)
Do you ever reach to touch her but there's nothing there? (There)
Do you tell her that you love her but she doesn't care? (Care)
Does she tell you that you hurt her and you're unaware? (No)
Did you hear about a heaven now you running there? (Go)
Do you think about the fantasy and make-believe? (Okay)
Do you cover up your eyes, you can't wait to see? (Look)
Lately, I've been having strange dreams (uh-huh)
Paranoid they hate me, everybody think I'm crazy
Baby, can you take me somewhere where the sky blue? (Uh-huh)
You can lead the way, I promise I'll be right behind you (let's go, let's go, let's go)
I do see myself as iconic (yeah)
Getting high my downfall it's kinda ironic
Like a condom they on it (woah)
Got 'em in my pocket (woah)
No time to worry, hurry up and light the candles
Everybody happy birthday (woo)
It's a birthday party (sing me a motherf*cking song)
Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherf*cking song)
It's your birthday party (everybody sing along)
Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherf*cking song)
It's your birthday party (everybody sing along, come on)
Happy birthday (come on)
Yeah, happy birthday (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Uh
Woo
Happy birthday
To you
Happy birthday
To you
Happy birthday
To you
To you, ooh-ooh
Yeah
Yeah (yeah)
Okay
There's a birthday party happening upstairs (where?)
And it's all for me, who the f*ck cares? (F*ck it)
They don't notice if I never go and show my face (face)
They just looking for a reason they can celebrate (that's okay)
I hate to waste the vanilla cake that they made for me (tasty)
I tell the same stories, they pretend they never heard 'em (boring)
I'll just stay down here inside the studio (uh-huh)
Doing blow and paraphrasing the crucible (witch)
If you f*cking with the god, that's a funeral (kill 'em)
Lose your soul, I'm witcha longer than your student loans (woah)
Who got the ecstasy pills? I need a few to roll (raw)
I'm a real drug addict, homie, you should know
Somebody please tell Jimmy to put the pistol down (stop man please, please, please please)
He's serious this time, he's gonna kill me now (bapa-papa-pam, ah)
He'll regret it when I hit the ground (what did I do?)
For now, everybody gather round
It's happy birthday (woo)
It's a birthday party (yeah)
Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherf*cking song)
It's your birthday party (sing me a motherf*cking song)
Yeah, happy birthday (yeah)
It's your birthday party (come on)
Happy birthday (come on come on)
Yeah, happy birthday (come on, come on)
Yeah, okay
Happy birthday (thanks)
How the f*ck you feel? (Good)
Do you ever sit and wonder what is real? (Huh?)
Do you ever reach to touch her but there's nothing there? (There)
Do you tell her that you love her but she doesn't care? (Care)
Does she tell you that you hurt her and you're unaware? (No)
Did you hear about a heaven now you running there? (Go)
Do you think about the fantasy and make-believe? (Okay)
Do you cover up your eyes, you can't wait to see? (Look)
Lately, I've been having strange dreams (uh-huh)
Paranoid they hate me, everybody think I'm crazy
Baby, can you take me somewhere where the sky blue? (Uh-huh)
You can lead the way, I promise I'll be right behind you (let's go, let's go, let's go)
I do see myself as iconic (yeah)
Getting high my downfall it's kinda ironic
Like a condom they on it (woah)
Got 'em in my pocket (woah)
No time to worry, hurry up and light the candles
Everybody happy birthday (woo)
It's a birthday party (sing me a motherf*cking song)
Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherf*cking song)
It's your birthday party (everybody sing along)
Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherf*cking song)
It's your birthday party (everybody sing along, come on)
Happy birthday (come on)
Yeah, happy birthday (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Uh
Woo
Happy birthday
To you
Happy birthday
To you
Happy birthday
To you
To you, ooh-ooh
Writer: Columbus Tower Smith, Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Wedding
Okay, you work a God damn lousy job, you know
You come home at night, you're tired
What are you going to do? Go to a movie? Turn on your radio?
Hell no you're going to get a bottle of whiskey and drink it
And go down to a bar and maybe get in a fist fight
And meet some bitch, something's going on
Then you'll go to work the next day, and do your simple little things, right?
Yeah, Yeah, yeah
My bitch can tell that I'm addicted to pussy, she looking past it
The smile that she faking is tragic, hate looking at it
That magic I tried to grasp it, she's had it with the dramatics
Fantasizing love so classic, tragic to what she got up in her attic
Can we mind f*ck?
Do I lie when I look inside her eyes? Hush don't say a word
I know I make you hurt, sorry is my favorite word
I don't deserve your trust, but can we make it work?
I hate to end the story, can we wait until the morning to decide on it?
Spend this time pretending it was that first summer
It was pure lovers
She was used to being hurt, I took that curse from her
Sometimes I wonder what it's all for
You wish that I would call more
You're sick of seeing condoms in my sock drawer
Loves turns to war so quickly
I envisioned us - married and 50
Couple of kids that we drop off at little league
I'm addicted to you
You only want the best, I need to listen to you
I'm f*cking other girls wishing it's you
F*ck the bullshit, we in love
I'm a mess but can you clean me up?
Girl I'm the worst
Yea, I know that I'm the worst
Yea, but you're something I can't lose
Just let me tell you the truth, that'll be the first
Girl I'm the worst
Yea, I know that I'm the worst
Don't know what I gotta do, just love you so much that it hurts
And I see you falling victim to the thirst
All the sins you committed you could probably use a couple minutes in church
But, for what it's worth, I think you're perfect
There's an angel hiding underneath your surface
You're the woman of my dreams, I'm looking at her sleep
The pussy right in-front of me, I shouldn't be so weak
What did I do to deserve a love like this?
You see her shining? That's my sunlight bitch
I'm sick of fighting, that smile is so inviting
I see you every time I'm writing
I'm losing to all my vices, they kicking my ass
I hold on to this feeling, I wish it would last
Don't wanna lose you for some evil I did in the past
You knew I f*cked that bitch and you didn't react?
Girl, it's me and you, how simple is that?
Gave me all your love and now I'm giving it back
But I know, that
Girl you the worst
Yea, you know that you the worst
But I'm something you can't lose
If you just told me the truth, that'd be a first, but
Girl you the worst
Yea, you know that you the worst
Every time you say you sorry, everything you do just feel like it's rehearsed
You come home at night, you're tired
What are you going to do? Go to a movie? Turn on your radio?
Hell no you're going to get a bottle of whiskey and drink it
And go down to a bar and maybe get in a fist fight
And meet some bitch, something's going on
Then you'll go to work the next day, and do your simple little things, right?
Yeah, Yeah, yeah
My bitch can tell that I'm addicted to pussy, she looking past it
The smile that she faking is tragic, hate looking at it
That magic I tried to grasp it, she's had it with the dramatics
Fantasizing love so classic, tragic to what she got up in her attic
Can we mind f*ck?
Do I lie when I look inside her eyes? Hush don't say a word
I know I make you hurt, sorry is my favorite word
I don't deserve your trust, but can we make it work?
I hate to end the story, can we wait until the morning to decide on it?
Spend this time pretending it was that first summer
It was pure lovers
She was used to being hurt, I took that curse from her
Sometimes I wonder what it's all for
You wish that I would call more
You're sick of seeing condoms in my sock drawer
Loves turns to war so quickly
I envisioned us - married and 50
Couple of kids that we drop off at little league
I'm addicted to you
You only want the best, I need to listen to you
I'm f*cking other girls wishing it's you
F*ck the bullshit, we in love
I'm a mess but can you clean me up?
Girl I'm the worst
Yea, I know that I'm the worst
Yea, but you're something I can't lose
Just let me tell you the truth, that'll be the first
Girl I'm the worst
Yea, I know that I'm the worst
Don't know what I gotta do, just love you so much that it hurts
And I see you falling victim to the thirst
All the sins you committed you could probably use a couple minutes in church
But, for what it's worth, I think you're perfect
There's an angel hiding underneath your surface
You're the woman of my dreams, I'm looking at her sleep
The pussy right in-front of me, I shouldn't be so weak
What did I do to deserve a love like this?
You see her shining? That's my sunlight bitch
I'm sick of fighting, that smile is so inviting
I see you every time I'm writing
I'm losing to all my vices, they kicking my ass
I hold on to this feeling, I wish it would last
Don't wanna lose you for some evil I did in the past
You knew I f*cked that bitch and you didn't react?
Girl, it's me and you, how simple is that?
Gave me all your love and now I'm giving it back
But I know, that
Girl you the worst
Yea, you know that you the worst
But I'm something you can't lose
If you just told me the truth, that'd be a first, but
Girl you the worst
Yea, you know that you the worst
Every time you say you sorry, everything you do just feel like it's rehearsed
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Axel Morgan, Joshua Higginbotham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Funeral
I know what happens to you, me and everyone else when they supposedly die. It's this passage around the great loop
This music go with my funeral
Music go with my funeral
Shit, I was raised inside this pretty city
Riding through, you probably miss me
My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
All this sins be more than shitty, I just pray the lord forgive me
Doing drugs is just a war with boredom but they sure to get me
My side-bitch is sorta pretty, but she got enormous titties
Know I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or Bentley
Had a few abortions, unfortunately I forced them
Lord knows I turn a child to an orphan when I'm torn
I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
Sit at home and drink, my thoughts harassing me
Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't getting back to me
A shame that my tragedy, my masterpiece, yeah
Trapped inside these dreams of mine
Just trying to get some peace of mind
Yea, I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
So you'll never get a piece of mind
[Hook:]
It's the last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life
This the motherf*cking last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life
See we swallowed in this web of lies, never try to exercise
You used to be a fantasy but now I guess it's televised
I heard the legends never died, Otis lonely hella mind [?]
There never was a better time to better myself
Forever I melt and float away like waves in the ocean
Staring inside of Heaven's eyes - the gates will never open
I'm smoking on these field of hope, waiting till this deal gets closed
I keep getting hotter, but all I seem to feel is cold
Twenty-two don't feel so old, but I think I'm 82
You mean to tell me God took 7 days and all he made was you?
I'm out here with the kangaroos, making danger, break the rules
Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused
Happiness I take from you, searching for the naked truth
I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you
Bitch, check out the butterfly
If you the truth then what the f*ck am I?
Yea
[Hook]
So where are you going?
Where are you headed?
Where are you going?
Can I come? Can I come?
This music go with my funeral
Music go with my funeral
Shit, I was raised inside this pretty city
Riding through, you probably miss me
My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
All this sins be more than shitty, I just pray the lord forgive me
Doing drugs is just a war with boredom but they sure to get me
My side-bitch is sorta pretty, but she got enormous titties
Know I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or Bentley
Had a few abortions, unfortunately I forced them
Lord knows I turn a child to an orphan when I'm torn
I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
Sit at home and drink, my thoughts harassing me
Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't getting back to me
A shame that my tragedy, my masterpiece, yeah
Trapped inside these dreams of mine
Just trying to get some peace of mind
Yea, I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
So you'll never get a piece of mind
[Hook:]
It's the last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life
This the motherf*cking last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life
See we swallowed in this web of lies, never try to exercise
You used to be a fantasy but now I guess it's televised
I heard the legends never died, Otis lonely hella mind [?]
There never was a better time to better myself
Forever I melt and float away like waves in the ocean
Staring inside of Heaven's eyes - the gates will never open
I'm smoking on these field of hope, waiting till this deal gets closed
I keep getting hotter, but all I seem to feel is cold
Twenty-two don't feel so old, but I think I'm 82
You mean to tell me God took 7 days and all he made was you?
I'm out here with the kangaroos, making danger, break the rules
Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused
Happiness I take from you, searching for the naked truth
I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you
Bitch, check out the butterfly
If you the truth then what the f*ck am I?
Yea
[Hook]
So where are you going?
Where are you headed?
Where are you going?
Can I come? Can I come?
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Eric Dan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Diablo
[Verse 1:]
It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo
Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano
Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono
I go, play a couple keys on the piano
The industry a lie all the promises were hollow
Follow, me I could show you where we be's at
How's I get my g pass, none of your f*cking beeswax
Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap
F*ck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at
The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them
Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium
Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Men
I ain't saving nothin'
I'm gettin' faded 'till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions
How do the famous function,
The A list can't be trusted
I strong arm them like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me
I'm finer than the winery
Take it from the rich this is piracy
Finally, I don't even need my f*cking eyes to see
Come and die with me
[Hook:]
Cus everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
[Verse 2:]
My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah
These other rapper just a diet soda
I find Jehova in the darkest places
Empty as appartment basements
This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
Don't come up missing
Tell your bitch you've been trippin' now you on vacation
Rapping like it's automated
Lights I keep em' on like Vegas
Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon
Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him
I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations
Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD
Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be
You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks
Bitch I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke
Gordon Bombay in these streets
Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete
Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history
Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me
Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free
No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial
I've been popping like a colonel
Reading Justin Bieber's journal
Treat you like a urinal
It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo
Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano
Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono
I go, play a couple keys on the piano
The industry a lie all the promises were hollow
Follow, me I could show you where we be's at
How's I get my g pass, none of your f*cking beeswax
Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap
F*ck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at
The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them
Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium
Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Men
I ain't saving nothin'
I'm gettin' faded 'till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions
How do the famous function,
The A list can't be trusted
I strong arm them like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me
I'm finer than the winery
Take it from the rich this is piracy
Finally, I don't even need my f*cking eyes to see
Come and die with me
[Hook:]
Cus everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
[Verse 2:]
My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah
These other rapper just a diet soda
I find Jehova in the darkest places
Empty as appartment basements
This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
Don't come up missing
Tell your bitch you've been trippin' now you on vacation
Rapping like it's automated
Lights I keep em' on like Vegas
Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon
Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him
I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations
Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD
Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be
You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks
Bitch I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke
Gordon Bombay in these streets
Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete
Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history
Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me
Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free
No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial
I've been popping like a colonel
Reading Justin Bieber's journal
Treat you like a urinal
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ave Maria
Yeah
And I can't feel my legs, I'm a paraplegic
Lord, I want a fair one with my demons
Karen Meyers became married to Jesus
Born dead, they had to dig up my fetus
And now the devil want to tear me to pieces
I'm a diagnosed insomniac
An astronaut who blastin' off into the star galactic
On top of Saturn, fox-trottin' with velociraptors
The dino-aliens invaded Earth, so they could feed on hypochondriacs
Prepared for the rapture, closet hillbilly
Threw the spinners on the tractor, I listen to Uncle Kracker, but
That's white America for you, we all that matters
I'm walkin' backwards, shadowboxin' with karate masters
It's more to rap, we sell the royal crack at Castle Rock
A bad apple like an unemployed Macintosh
We lost Jobs, now they brainwashed with dot com
It's only so long until we surrender the free world to Hong Kong
And sinners stay still, but the merry go round
And round
It all just keeps spinnin'
Gotta keep swimmin' (keep swimmin', keep swimmin'), yeah
Eat, drink and let the merry go round
Eat, drink and let the merry go round
Eat, drink and let the merry go round
Eat, drink and let the merry go round
Yeah
I got a double sided silver dollar
Larry Fish here from midget league, beginner slaughter
I'm not drownin', I'm wadin' in the water
Killin' off these monsters ever since I was a Sabra
I got horses on my PJ's
Shout to spitta jet life, I fit the Porsches on the PJ's
On stage, sending dark forces to my DJ
The birdies on tour like PGA, Davis Love III
Pittsburgh warrior, bullets in my cornea
In exelsis Deo, ayo, this is Gloria
Ave, Ave Maria
I'm getting bread, yeast rise on Easter, money is God
Black bitches with jungle fever, I love to be on
You on the B-Team, I f*ck with Solange
All my life they said I doesn't belong
So I'm chillin', growin' drugs on my lawn
Sinners stay still, but the merry (merry) go round
And round
It all just keeps spinnin'
Gotta keep swimmin' (keep swimmin', keep swimmin'), yeah
Eat, drink and let the merry go round (go round)
Eat, drink and let the merry go round (go round)
Eat, drink and let the merry go round (go round)
Eat, drink and let the merry go round (go r-)
Yeah
What? What? What?
Have you found a way out?
Have you found a way out? Yeah
Vacation in Slovakia, celebratin' Mardi Gras
Eatin' baklava and lobster claw at the Ramada
With a Mafia of immigrants
Finna take 'em on a pilgrimage
Have you found a way out?
And I can't feel my legs, I'm a paraplegic
Lord, I want a fair one with my demons
Karen Meyers became married to Jesus
Born dead, they had to dig up my fetus
And now the devil want to tear me to pieces
I'm a diagnosed insomniac
An astronaut who blastin' off into the star galactic
On top of Saturn, fox-trottin' with velociraptors
The dino-aliens invaded Earth, so they could feed on hypochondriacs
Prepared for the rapture, closet hillbilly
Threw the spinners on the tractor, I listen to Uncle Kracker, but
That's white America for you, we all that matters
I'm walkin' backwards, shadowboxin' with karate masters
It's more to rap, we sell the royal crack at Castle Rock
A bad apple like an unemployed Macintosh
We lost Jobs, now they brainwashed with dot com
It's only so long until we surrender the free world to Hong Kong
And sinners stay still, but the merry go round
And round
It all just keeps spinnin'
Gotta keep swimmin' (keep swimmin', keep swimmin'), yeah
Eat, drink and let the merry go round
Eat, drink and let the merry go round
Eat, drink and let the merry go round
Eat, drink and let the merry go round
Yeah
I got a double sided silver dollar
Larry Fish here from midget league, beginner slaughter
I'm not drownin', I'm wadin' in the water
Killin' off these monsters ever since I was a Sabra
I got horses on my PJ's
Shout to spitta jet life, I fit the Porsches on the PJ's
On stage, sending dark forces to my DJ
The birdies on tour like PGA, Davis Love III
Pittsburgh warrior, bullets in my cornea
In exelsis Deo, ayo, this is Gloria
Ave, Ave Maria
I'm getting bread, yeast rise on Easter, money is God
Black bitches with jungle fever, I love to be on
You on the B-Team, I f*ck with Solange
All my life they said I doesn't belong
So I'm chillin', growin' drugs on my lawn
Sinners stay still, but the merry (merry) go round
And round
It all just keeps spinnin'
Gotta keep swimmin' (keep swimmin', keep swimmin'), yeah
Eat, drink and let the merry go round (go round)
Eat, drink and let the merry go round (go round)
Eat, drink and let the merry go round (go round)
Eat, drink and let the merry go round (go r-)
Yeah
What? What? What?
Have you found a way out?
Have you found a way out? Yeah
Vacation in Slovakia, celebratin' Mardi Gras
Eatin' baklava and lobster claw at the Ramada
With a Mafia of immigrants
Finna take 'em on a pilgrimage
Have you found a way out?
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
San Francisco
Yeah, welcome to the dark side of my bizarre mind
I'm trapped inside of this amusement park ride
There's an atom bomb inside my hard drive
I'm holdin' the apocalypse (apocalypse)
Let's take a ride and get lost in this metropolis (metropolis)
Just realized that I'm an idiot
Wearin' my disguise, my real face is f*ckin' hideous
My pretty bitch watchin' insidious with her pussy out (pussy out)
Aw, sookie-sookie now (aw, sookie-sookie now)
Rapper terrorist, rarer than good parents is
Puttin' hard drugs inside of all your baby's carriages
Arrogance, throwin' cherry bombs where the sheriff lives (sheriff lives)
Just because that shit's hilarious (shit's hilarious)
And I inherited the thirst for self-destruction and I'm scared of it
I wanna be buried with a novel and a chariot (and a chariot)
I'm a bigger illusion than good marriages (marriages)
Or what it means to be American
Whoa
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt-naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
I gotta stop thinkin' with my dick-hole (ya)
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt-naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
A genius still thinkin' with his dick bone
Out in Wichita, Kansas, smokin' meth with all the locals (all the locals)
Askin' them to teach me how to yodel
Suppose I'll die alone from an overdose of some sort
In a motel while some whore I'm f*ckin' runnin' to the drug store
I hacked into the motherboard, argued on a public forum
Uploaded a virus to the network, then unplugged the cord (unplugged the cord)
The laws are not important
If you scared, lock your door then (door then)
Okay, uh, I always feel like a foreigner
Morphin' into some sort of sorcerer (sorcerer)
I'm Yuri's brother if it's Lord of War
What would I be normal for?
I'm goin' door-to-door shootin' pornos with a good script (good script)
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt-naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
I gotta stop thinkin' with my dick-hole (ya)
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt-naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
A genius still thinkin' with his dick bone
I'm trapped inside of this amusement park ride
There's an atom bomb inside my hard drive
I'm holdin' the apocalypse (apocalypse)
Let's take a ride and get lost in this metropolis (metropolis)
Just realized that I'm an idiot
Wearin' my disguise, my real face is f*ckin' hideous
My pretty bitch watchin' insidious with her pussy out (pussy out)
Aw, sookie-sookie now (aw, sookie-sookie now)
Rapper terrorist, rarer than good parents is
Puttin' hard drugs inside of all your baby's carriages
Arrogance, throwin' cherry bombs where the sheriff lives (sheriff lives)
Just because that shit's hilarious (shit's hilarious)
And I inherited the thirst for self-destruction and I'm scared of it
I wanna be buried with a novel and a chariot (and a chariot)
I'm a bigger illusion than good marriages (marriages)
Or what it means to be American
Whoa
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt-naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
I gotta stop thinkin' with my dick-hole (ya)
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt-naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
A genius still thinkin' with his dick bone
Out in Wichita, Kansas, smokin' meth with all the locals (all the locals)
Askin' them to teach me how to yodel
Suppose I'll die alone from an overdose of some sort
In a motel while some whore I'm f*ckin' runnin' to the drug store
I hacked into the motherboard, argued on a public forum
Uploaded a virus to the network, then unplugged the cord (unplugged the cord)
The laws are not important
If you scared, lock your door then (door then)
Okay, uh, I always feel like a foreigner
Morphin' into some sort of sorcerer (sorcerer)
I'm Yuri's brother if it's Lord of War
What would I be normal for?
I'm goin' door-to-door shootin' pornos with a good script (good script)
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt-naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
I gotta stop thinkin' with my dick-hole (ya)
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt-naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip show
A genius still thinkin' with his dick bone
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Colors and Shapes
If it were colors and shapes we imagine every
Instead of all of this weight that we have to carry
Would you be able to breathe?
And if you could just find where that comfort resides
No distraction or movement that f*cks with your mind
Would you let them see?
While beneath the ocean I met with the captain
Who sank to the floor on his ship
All of his passengers escaped to safety
But he was not done with his trip
He looked up and smiled, asked me "how do you do?"
I told him I'm losing my grip
He told me "son, if you want to hold onto yourself
Then let yourself slip"
[Hook:]
Fall
Ooh
Fall
Oh
Fall
Oh, it feels good to fall
These puzzles are so hard to make into pictures
Of something that'll they understand
They could open their eyes, still be blind to the beauty
But march on the heart of this land
Oh oh, why don't you turn around and go home?
They invade your minds and then fill them with nonsense
These things that a man doesn't need
Take out the love and the passion and hope
And they fill it with nothing but greed
While floating to galaxies they said I could
And I noticed how sad one can get
Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful I find
I can't understand nothing no more
If I jump let me fall
If I jump let me fall
[Hook]
Instead of all of this weight that we have to carry
Would you be able to breathe?
And if you could just find where that comfort resides
No distraction or movement that f*cks with your mind
Would you let them see?
While beneath the ocean I met with the captain
Who sank to the floor on his ship
All of his passengers escaped to safety
But he was not done with his trip
He looked up and smiled, asked me "how do you do?"
I told him I'm losing my grip
He told me "son, if you want to hold onto yourself
Then let yourself slip"
[Hook:]
Fall
Ooh
Fall
Oh
Fall
Oh, it feels good to fall
These puzzles are so hard to make into pictures
Of something that'll they understand
They could open their eyes, still be blind to the beauty
But march on the heart of this land
Oh oh, why don't you turn around and go home?
They invade your minds and then fill them with nonsense
These things that a man doesn't need
Take out the love and the passion and hope
And they fill it with nothing but greed
While floating to galaxies they said I could
And I noticed how sad one can get
Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful I find
I can't understand nothing no more
If I jump let me fall
If I jump let me fall
[Hook]
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Stephen Lee Bruner
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Insomniak
[Intro: Sample]
Think for yourself and you'll find out that a lot of those so-called authorities are bullshit
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I'm the mothaf*ckin' greatest, y'all don't know that yet
I don't need your money, you can hold that check
At the crib in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get
I'm on my worst behavior
Bad side piece with the perfect flavor
Mothaf*ckas never loved us
Comin' for your money, mothaf*cka, don't trust us
You ain't shit
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do that bitch
Done doin' promo
And it's still mothaf*ckin' Most Dope
Made a couple million off a brand, mothaf*cka
We ain't even got a logo
Bitch, you better have my money
(I stay feelin' myself)
I don't see anybody but me
(Man I'm killin' myself)
And this shit too real
See a mothaf*cka like me gettin' money
How does it feel?
Already been, but I'm back for more
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Don't sleep!
[Hook: Mac Miller]
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
(Don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
(So don't try, don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
(Oh, hello Q)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing
I might need to cave the fact
Chain reactions happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God made me that
Cause I fade to black and gets down like a plane attack
You mothaf*ckas just made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not panic
Let me see how loud you scream (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothaf*ckas start lookin'
But they're never gonna see where I be
She only speak French
Said "Bitch look, don't try and speak around me"
I don't sleep at all
If you with that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved, shit
I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, Gretzky
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me
Don't flex if you don't got shit on me
And you ain't got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, come get it, come)
Drawer full of fresh whites
Snow bag full of unleaded
I don't get enough credit
Don't sleep!
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
They've done f*cked up, han?
The biggest bezzle, han?
The don, Ricky Farrakhan
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My weed burnin', my chain glitter
He's self made, Mac Miller my real nigga
F*ck who don't like, bitch come see me
F*ck who don't like, hitta, hitta, hitta
Gettin' money so complicated
I'm the shit, I'm constipated
Yo baby momma, straight G
Let me use the crib to mail all the weed
California, Atlanta
White girl in the black Phantom
My top down, mid-December
Ride with a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then it's chicken wings
Introduce you to different things
Jet skis and the best weed
Think it's fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a stylist
Pants sag, Jimmy Fallon
Blowin' green in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really wildin'
Yeah they hate but won't box a nigga
Bought the estate from a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm walkin' 'round
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga
Hahahahaha
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga
[Hook: Mac Miller]
Think for yourself and you'll find out that a lot of those so-called authorities are bullshit
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I'm the mothaf*ckin' greatest, y'all don't know that yet
I don't need your money, you can hold that check
At the crib in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get
I'm on my worst behavior
Bad side piece with the perfect flavor
Mothaf*ckas never loved us
Comin' for your money, mothaf*cka, don't trust us
You ain't shit
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do that bitch
Done doin' promo
And it's still mothaf*ckin' Most Dope
Made a couple million off a brand, mothaf*cka
We ain't even got a logo
Bitch, you better have my money
(I stay feelin' myself)
I don't see anybody but me
(Man I'm killin' myself)
And this shit too real
See a mothaf*cka like me gettin' money
How does it feel?
Already been, but I'm back for more
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Don't sleep!
[Hook: Mac Miller]
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
(Don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
(So don't try, don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
I'm an insomniac, a mothaf*ckin' insomniac
(Oh, hello Q)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing
I might need to cave the fact
Chain reactions happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God made me that
Cause I fade to black and gets down like a plane attack
You mothaf*ckas just made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not panic
Let me see how loud you scream (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothaf*ckas start lookin'
But they're never gonna see where I be
She only speak French
Said "Bitch look, don't try and speak around me"
I don't sleep at all
If you with that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved, shit
I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, Gretzky
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me
Don't flex if you don't got shit on me
And you ain't got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, come get it, come)
Drawer full of fresh whites
Snow bag full of unleaded
I don't get enough credit
Don't sleep!
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
They've done f*cked up, han?
The biggest bezzle, han?
The don, Ricky Farrakhan
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My weed burnin', my chain glitter
He's self made, Mac Miller my real nigga
F*ck who don't like, bitch come see me
F*ck who don't like, hitta, hitta, hitta
Gettin' money so complicated
I'm the shit, I'm constipated
Yo baby momma, straight G
Let me use the crib to mail all the weed
California, Atlanta
White girl in the black Phantom
My top down, mid-December
Ride with a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then it's chicken wings
Introduce you to different things
Jet skis and the best weed
Think it's fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a stylist
Pants sag, Jimmy Fallon
Blowin' green in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really wildin'
Yeah they hate but won't box a nigga
Bought the estate from a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm walkin' 'round
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga
Hahahahaha
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga
[Hook: Mac Miller]
Writer: Malcom McCormick, Rashod Odom, William Roberts, Alain Goraguer, Eric Dan, Jeremy Kulousek, Michael Archer, Raphael Saadiq
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Uber
[Intro: Mac Miller]
Who put the spiders in my apple sauce?
Took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody said that I deserve to die
I looked him in the eye and said the devil's not circumcised
Who put spiders in my apple sauce?
Took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody told that I deserve to die
I looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcised
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
So play me a song on the guitar
Got a rainforest in my cigar
There's knots in my yo-yo string
Put a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo king
I fell in love with a go-go dancer, she's a single mom
The underdog, I like to play the game with Diddy Kong
She the god type, throw that bitch a Klondike
Everything is alright, see it's written in the Psalms
I told her I get rich off my little songs
Gave her a billion reasons that she should come along
Immediately, she dropped her shit
But everywhere I go, they tell me "Watch your bitch!"
God damn! I guess I got another one
Good vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt
Got my head underwater but I ain't comin' up
F*ck air, my bitch's ass is like a plump pear
And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she's just fair
Man this life is unfair
[Hook: Mac Miller]
Okay I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to lose
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to do
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I'm readin' old Playboy magazines
Somethin' from the 50's when the journalism had it's peak
You play the background, you just a member of the faculty
I'm actually out here decision makin'
Had to get my shit together, I was missin' payments
I just pray to God that my lady isn't famous
She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet
She got her own stories, just let the bitch explain it
[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'bout
Was in fact the same chick, late night, creepin' out
Sneakin' out, my homie knew it, told me keep an eye
Found out she was twerkin', found out she wasn't workin'
The whole game switched when my man hit
Got me rollin' in a circle, top down, blowin' purple
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle
Swang, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'
Mike Jones, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'
[Hook: Mac Miller]
Who put the spiders in my apple sauce?
Took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody said that I deserve to die
I looked him in the eye and said the devil's not circumcised
Who put spiders in my apple sauce?
Took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody told that I deserve to die
I looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcised
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
So play me a song on the guitar
Got a rainforest in my cigar
There's knots in my yo-yo string
Put a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo king
I fell in love with a go-go dancer, she's a single mom
The underdog, I like to play the game with Diddy Kong
She the god type, throw that bitch a Klondike
Everything is alright, see it's written in the Psalms
I told her I get rich off my little songs
Gave her a billion reasons that she should come along
Immediately, she dropped her shit
But everywhere I go, they tell me "Watch your bitch!"
God damn! I guess I got another one
Good vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt
Got my head underwater but I ain't comin' up
F*ck air, my bitch's ass is like a plump pear
And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she's just fair
Man this life is unfair
[Hook: Mac Miller]
Okay I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to lose
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to do
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I'm readin' old Playboy magazines
Somethin' from the 50's when the journalism had it's peak
You play the background, you just a member of the faculty
I'm actually out here decision makin'
Had to get my shit together, I was missin' payments
I just pray to God that my lady isn't famous
She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet
She got her own stories, just let the bitch explain it
[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'bout
Was in fact the same chick, late night, creepin' out
Sneakin' out, my homie knew it, told me keep an eye
Found out she was twerkin', found out she wasn't workin'
The whole game switched when my man hit
Got me rollin' in a circle, top down, blowin' purple
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle
Swang, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'
Mike Jones, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'
[Hook: Mac Miller]
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Mike Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Rain
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain't face none
But I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother in his mothaf*ckin' face
What's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?
Shootin' reckless at the father almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?
Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for kills
From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled
Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild
Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for years
And them funerals was usual, ain't sheddin' no tears
You the fall and had it better off than most of us did
Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven's gates prolly closed
And these hoes in a race for the gold
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley's
That's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober I can deal 'em in the corner with my head low
Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that's within me
Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression
My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang
Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor
My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high, space migration
Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
Now I'm gone, sorry I don't even know
[Outro: Mac Miller]
And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain
Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain't face none
But I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother in his mothaf*ckin' face
What's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?
Shootin' reckless at the father almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?
Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for kills
From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled
Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild
Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for years
And them funerals was usual, ain't sheddin' no tears
You the fall and had it better off than most of us did
Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven's gates prolly closed
And these hoes in a race for the gold
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley's
That's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober I can deal 'em in the corner with my head low
Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that's within me
Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression
My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang
Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor
My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high, space migration
Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
Now I'm gone, sorry I don't even know
[Outro: Mac Miller]
And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Vincent Jamal Staples
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Apparition
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Turn the beat up a little bit
Yeah
Um
Yeah
I've been rappin' since the apparition
G-G-God was gonna kill me and I'm glad he didn't
Might have made a bad decision
He just left me with an ocean and a bad religion
While Mary Magdalene laughin', smokin' a pack of Winstons
Up on a church hill, acid trippin' with older men
As they tell her stories, she's seducin' 'em
But she's only usin' 'em
My studio is filled with spirits
And every single lyric dedicated to my dearest friends
Yeah, and Lord knows that we hate the questions
So back and forth, exchange faces over why I'm playin' table tennis at dinner
I end up so bitter when I lose
Defeat hurts, I got scissors in my shoes
And I'm dancin'
Never got the steps right
Loose, I never slept tight
But I'ma keep dancin'
Yeah
Yeah
I did a cannonball off the deep end, my boat was comin' to America
Pouch of fairy dust and a little poodle terrier
A silver Derringer, a smile for the camera (take a picture)
Split your line up like James Farrior
I've always been a cowboy, they need me like the cancer cure
Weed loud as crowd noise, we just let the amber burn
Wiffle Balls, child's toys, ain't f*ckin' with amateurs
I'm Ken Griffey on the Mariners
Okay, I'm way beyond the boundaries, outside of parameters
The rap chancellor, jacket made of camel fur
And Clockwork got every single answer 'cept time
I've experienced every feelin' except fine
I'm line dancin' again
Yeah
Yeah
Turn the beat up a little bit
Yeah
Um
Yeah
I've been rappin' since the apparition
G-G-God was gonna kill me and I'm glad he didn't
Might have made a bad decision
He just left me with an ocean and a bad religion
While Mary Magdalene laughin', smokin' a pack of Winstons
Up on a church hill, acid trippin' with older men
As they tell her stories, she's seducin' 'em
But she's only usin' 'em
My studio is filled with spirits
And every single lyric dedicated to my dearest friends
Yeah, and Lord knows that we hate the questions
So back and forth, exchange faces over why I'm playin' table tennis at dinner
I end up so bitter when I lose
Defeat hurts, I got scissors in my shoes
And I'm dancin'
Never got the steps right
Loose, I never slept tight
But I'ma keep dancin'
Yeah
Yeah
I did a cannonball off the deep end, my boat was comin' to America
Pouch of fairy dust and a little poodle terrier
A silver Derringer, a smile for the camera (take a picture)
Split your line up like James Farrior
I've always been a cowboy, they need me like the cancer cure
Weed loud as crowd noise, we just let the amber burn
Wiffle Balls, child's toys, ain't f*ckin' with amateurs
I'm Ken Griffey on the Mariners
Okay, I'm way beyond the boundaries, outside of parameters
The rap chancellor, jacket made of camel fur
And Clockwork got every single answer 'cept time
I've experienced every feelin' except fine
I'm line dancin' again
Writer: Josh Berg, Malcolm McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Universal Music Publishing Group
Thumbalina
Straight up, I just wanna say one time
After two years at this mothaf*ckin' crib
F*ck all y'all mothaf*ckers
Livin' all over this mothaf*cker tryna kick me out
That goes for you, Mrs. Watson
Witcha little ass kids always f*ckin' cryin'
You got your little chihuahua
F*ck you and your motherf*ckin' mama, bitch
I'm out here, suck my motherf*ckin' dick
Yeah, REMember Music
Old Jewish
(Go ahead)
(This is my tambourine)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's how it's goin' down, one time for that
Okay, okay, yeah
(Oh my Lord) he's on drugs again
My neighbors yellin', I don't give a f*ck again
And I swear to God if the cops come again
I'ma open up this door and get to rumblin'
Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'
My dick, your mouth, no discussion, yeah
It's all happenin', I must be imaginin'
Take a hit, time travelin'
Turn up the mothaf*ckin' volume
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm 'bout to bust like the condom)
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?
(That disguise make your body look awful)
Let me see them nipples, baby
Ooh (what's happenin', man?)
Don't give it all up, just a little, baby
Ooh (what's happenin' here?)
I'm just tryna free your mind
(Free your, free your mind)
'Cause all you see is dollar signs
(She blinded by the streets)
Yeah
Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucer
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
Young prodigy, I'ma eat lobster
Pull Spanish bitches but I speak nada
And she got a need to roll the weed all up
You ain't got a chance when it's me on ya (shit)
I'm a mothaf*ckin' legend, girl
Leave that pussy killed, bitches out in Edinboro
Turn up the mothaf*ckin' volume
(Told us to just bust like the condom)
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?
(That disguise make your body look awful)
Leave that pussy crippled, baby
Ooh (what's happenin', man?)
Let me slide right down the middle, baby (yeah)
Ooh, where the f*ck my Thumbelina?
Has anybody seen her?
(Faces)
She blinded by the streets
(Ooh)
'Bout to start my own motherf*ckin' committee
And it's gon' be me and Josh
And it's gon' be with motherf*ckin' bitches
With their motherf*ckin' ass and titties, I don't give a f*ck
Shit
After two years at this mothaf*ckin' crib
F*ck all y'all mothaf*ckers
Livin' all over this mothaf*cker tryna kick me out
That goes for you, Mrs. Watson
Witcha little ass kids always f*ckin' cryin'
You got your little chihuahua
F*ck you and your motherf*ckin' mama, bitch
I'm out here, suck my motherf*ckin' dick
Yeah, REMember Music
Old Jewish
(Go ahead)
(This is my tambourine)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's how it's goin' down, one time for that
Okay, okay, yeah
(Oh my Lord) he's on drugs again
My neighbors yellin', I don't give a f*ck again
And I swear to God if the cops come again
I'ma open up this door and get to rumblin'
Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'
My dick, your mouth, no discussion, yeah
It's all happenin', I must be imaginin'
Take a hit, time travelin'
Turn up the mothaf*ckin' volume
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm 'bout to bust like the condom)
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?
(That disguise make your body look awful)
Let me see them nipples, baby
Ooh (what's happenin', man?)
Don't give it all up, just a little, baby
Ooh (what's happenin' here?)
I'm just tryna free your mind
(Free your, free your mind)
'Cause all you see is dollar signs
(She blinded by the streets)
Yeah
Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucer
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
Young prodigy, I'ma eat lobster
Pull Spanish bitches but I speak nada
And she got a need to roll the weed all up
You ain't got a chance when it's me on ya (shit)
I'm a mothaf*ckin' legend, girl
Leave that pussy killed, bitches out in Edinboro
Turn up the mothaf*ckin' volume
(Told us to just bust like the condom)
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?
(That disguise make your body look awful)
Leave that pussy crippled, baby
Ooh (what's happenin', man?)
Let me slide right down the middle, baby (yeah)
Ooh, where the f*ck my Thumbelina?
Has anybody seen her?
(Faces)
She blinded by the streets
(Ooh)
'Bout to start my own motherf*ckin' committee
And it's gon' be me and Josh
And it's gon' be with motherf*ckin' bitches
With their motherf*ckin' ass and titties, I don't give a f*ck
Shit
Writer: Adam Keefe Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Charles Miller, Harold Ray I. Brown, Howard E. Scott, Jerry Goldstein, Le Roy L. Jordan, Lee Oskar, Malcolm James Mccormick, Michael Louis Diamond, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, Rick Rubin, Sylvester Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
New Faces v2
Yeah mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man
Like a damn rapper
Ah man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn
In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When there still wasn't hoes tryna f*ck with me
'Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin'
I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money
Tryna get a few bucks under custody
And my twin brothers was all Syd's brothers
So my kin gully and my skin toughened
Thick lens coverin' my eyes now
They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now
And if this a different way to clear my mind out
I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now
And I don't look as stupid when I talk now
And everybody at the show look astounded
Posted up drowsy
In the cut so much that it's puss 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours
Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it
If your tucks lousy then you can't sit with us (nah)
Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin
Between you and all these f*ck niggas is about as large as it gets
And you workin', givin' arm and a leg
Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'
Like a long-distance bitch
Who you know that's out that's harder than this?
Chargin' niggas like a Tomlison win, nigga
Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
Runnin' wild on the route that was picked
When the clouds were enshrouded
And I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again
I could drown you with a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinkin' from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian
Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo
The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist
That ain't suckin' corporate dick
Said it with my balls in grip
Other hand got a cork to hit
All this Ralph be the sportsmanship
Walked in and said I needed all the chips
As well as the one on my shoulder
Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, cover the odor
Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas
Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so
A generation lost
Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is off
Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise
Tryna see the bright side of life
And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture
It's like hard liquor, and see people are books
So you judge a motherf*cka by the first page
And a bitch by the back cover
Did the crime with long-sleeves, so the tats covered
Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage
They said my shit was so insane
It was like Cobain did his last number
Motherf*cker
I could drown you with a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)
Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah)
Yeah, well
Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?
He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)
Shit was supposed to get me high
Why the f*ck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm
Strung out on this dusty couch
In a big white ugly house
I tell the bitch, "Slow down, stop runnin' your mouth
You holdin' my money, just shut up and count"
My (woo), right nostril hasn't worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheik
Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep
Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt)
Yellin', "Play my shit or wake the baby up!" (Wake up)
I get her faded, put it back in her labia
All my life I've been afraid of powder
All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?
The wrong decision always call my phone (okay)
Last supper I was f*ckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)
I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone
That can save me from the war I know
Shout out to Soulo (soul!), And rest in peace Alori Joh
The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)
Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat
'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, look at all these new faces
(I see, I see, I see)
They comin' on a plane but they're leavin' their suitcases
Been a criminal before scales were digital
Used the put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa)
Hate myself, f*ck the strangers (woo)
But the raps are just way too flagrant, so
Here I go (here I go)
Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary
(Whoa) I've never been religious
But I feel like the scripture's got it all there
It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies)
This could be my last breath (last breath)
I'ma take my time (wait a second, please)
'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in
Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind
You are standing in a shallow soul
You are speaking with a shallow soul
Shallow soul
I could drown you with a shallow soul (tell me why I'm so lonely)
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinking from a shallow soul (tell myself I'm free)
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are standing in a shallow soul
Like a damn rapper
Ah man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn
In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When there still wasn't hoes tryna f*ck with me
'Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin'
I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money
Tryna get a few bucks under custody
And my twin brothers was all Syd's brothers
So my kin gully and my skin toughened
Thick lens coverin' my eyes now
They ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now
And if this a different way to clear my mind out
I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now
And I don't look as stupid when I talk now
And everybody at the show look astounded
Posted up drowsy
In the cut so much that it's puss 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours
Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it
If your tucks lousy then you can't sit with us (nah)
Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin
Between you and all these f*ck niggas is about as large as it gets
And you workin', givin' arm and a leg
Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'
Like a long-distance bitch
Who you know that's out that's harder than this?
Chargin' niggas like a Tomlison win, nigga
Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
Runnin' wild on the route that was picked
When the clouds were enshrouded
And I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again
I could drown you with a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinkin' from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian
Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo
The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist
That ain't suckin' corporate dick
Said it with my balls in grip
Other hand got a cork to hit
All this Ralph be the sportsmanship
Walked in and said I needed all the chips
As well as the one on my shoulder
Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, cover the odor
Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas
Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so
A generation lost
Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is off
Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise
Tryna see the bright side of life
And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture
It's like hard liquor, and see people are books
So you judge a motherf*cka by the first page
And a bitch by the back cover
Did the crime with long-sleeves, so the tats covered
Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage
They said my shit was so insane
It was like Cobain did his last number
Motherf*cker
I could drown you with a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (yeah)
Shallow soul (um), shallow soul (yeah)
Yeah, well
Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?
He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (smoke)
Shit was supposed to get me high
Why the f*ck I wanna die now? (Damn) and I'm
Strung out on this dusty couch
In a big white ugly house
I tell the bitch, "Slow down, stop runnin' your mouth
You holdin' my money, just shut up and count"
My (woo), right nostril hasn't worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheik
Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep
Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (skrrt)
Yellin', "Play my shit or wake the baby up!" (Wake up)
I get her faded, put it back in her labia
All my life I've been afraid of powder
All my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?
The wrong decision always call my phone (okay)
Last supper I was f*ckin' with the Corleones (uh-huh)
I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone
That can save me from the war I know
Shout out to Soulo (soul!), And rest in peace Alori Joh
The devil on the other side of this glory hole (whoa)
Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat
'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, look at all these new faces
(I see, I see, I see)
They comin' on a plane but they're leavin' their suitcases
Been a criminal before scales were digital
Used the put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (whoa)
Hate myself, f*ck the strangers (woo)
But the raps are just way too flagrant, so
Here I go (here I go)
Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary
(Whoa) I've never been religious
But I feel like the scripture's got it all there
It's not just gypsies and fairies (fairies)
This could be my last breath (last breath)
I'ma take my time (wait a second, please)
'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in
Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind
You are standing in a shallow soul
You are speaking with a shallow soul
Shallow soul
I could drown you with a shallow soul (tell me why I'm so lonely)
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinking from a shallow soul (tell myself I'm free)
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are standing in a shallow soul
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick, Thebe Kgositsile, Darien Dash
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Grand Finale
The hallucinations have stopped, finally, thank God, but uh, my adrenaline reserves are burning out and I'm staring straight into the face of a total psychotic freako
And if by chance it's my grand finale
Bury me in Allegheny County
It's the, the most hated, so faded that I'm bow-legged
Don't beg, gross gang, smell like old lo-mein
Shit, the flow dangerous, make you wanna do the wave
Throw your bitch right off your lap and start a standing ovation
The most strangest, master of the ceremonies
A fifth of Stoli then it's only Cher and Moby karaoke
My bitch a shooter, call her Annie Oakley
Get you for a pair of Kobe's, just got out on probation
And no famous friends for me, just old faces
I only go places wasted like I'm Joe Namath
Not a king, I'm no David, music, I'm a crackhead
No hobbies and recreation, don't even know my address
Self medicate, self education
Rick Rubin showed me transcendental meditation
[Hook:]
Let us have a grand finale
The world will be just fine without me
And I don't got a smile on his face
Slow it down, we goin' out with a bang
Are you ready for the fireworks?
It was a silent night 'til the fireworks
I fear nothin' on this odyssey of dark roads
God lives in my dog's soul, the devil in his dog bowl
We are the prophets, Jesus was a poor sport
He booted Nostradamus, turned water into wine
But he loved the gin and tonic, had skeletons in his closet
Even God will one day be forgotten
And recently I've been feelin', I've been feelin' like
It'd be really nice to get to sit with Mickey Weiss
Shoot the shit 'bout life, he'd be pissed I'm sniffin' white
Never got to see me grow up, how long it take to live a life?
I'm a bit surprised that I'm even still alive
Mixin' uppers and downers, practically suicide
My old Jewish mind, REMember music will be fine
And I make my own peace now, if you behind
Hallucination's how I use my mind
Who am I?
[Hook]
And if by chance it's my grand finale
Bury me in Allegheny County
It's the, the most hated, so faded that I'm bow-legged
Don't beg, gross gang, smell like old lo-mein
Shit, the flow dangerous, make you wanna do the wave
Throw your bitch right off your lap and start a standing ovation
The most strangest, master of the ceremonies
A fifth of Stoli then it's only Cher and Moby karaoke
My bitch a shooter, call her Annie Oakley
Get you for a pair of Kobe's, just got out on probation
And no famous friends for me, just old faces
I only go places wasted like I'm Joe Namath
Not a king, I'm no David, music, I'm a crackhead
No hobbies and recreation, don't even know my address
Self medicate, self education
Rick Rubin showed me transcendental meditation
[Hook:]
Let us have a grand finale
The world will be just fine without me
And I don't got a smile on his face
Slow it down, we goin' out with a bang
Are you ready for the fireworks?
It was a silent night 'til the fireworks
I fear nothin' on this odyssey of dark roads
God lives in my dog's soul, the devil in his dog bowl
We are the prophets, Jesus was a poor sport
He booted Nostradamus, turned water into wine
But he loved the gin and tonic, had skeletons in his closet
Even God will one day be forgotten
And recently I've been feelin', I've been feelin' like
It'd be really nice to get to sit with Mickey Weiss
Shoot the shit 'bout life, he'd be pissed I'm sniffin' white
Never got to see me grow up, how long it take to live a life?
I'm a bit surprised that I'm even still alive
Mixin' uppers and downers, practically suicide
My old Jewish mind, REMember music will be fine
And I make my own peace now, if you behind
Hallucination's how I use my mind
Who am I?
[Hook]
Writer: Malcolm James McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Yeah (bonus)
When will we die? This life isn't fair
I miss the high, I live a lie
And one day we'll die, no one will care
Take me inside, I'll meet you there
Am I alive? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Am I aware? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Are we prepared? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then one day we'll die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No one will care (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We will survive (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Who do you think you are?
Young man? Young man?
Yeah
Man, I think you went too far
You can't stop the dance
Don't ever let 'em stop the dance, yeah
Are we all numb? Where are we goin'?
What have we become? It all keeps on rollin'
A little bit of light lets the hope grow
A lot goes on that they don't know
Just give me a sign, to show me somethin'
Is it my time? Can I stop runnin'?
Lost in the night and it's so cold
Forget the things that we don't know
I made my peace, can I go home?
Am I alive? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Am I aware? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Are we prepared? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then one day we'll die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No one will care (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We will survive (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To the girl named danger, so good to see you
Don't be a stranger, it's clear I need you
The angels will fall, not a saint after all
Back to the wall, let me free you
Protect me from evil, give me a reason
Where are the good people? Give us our freedom
Where are the dreamers?
Can you show me the dreamers?
And we are the creatures, prophets and teachers
We are believers, lost in amnesia
Will you let me fade away? I wanna fade away
Am I alive? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Am I aware? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Are we prepared? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then one day we'll die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No one will care (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We will survive (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I miss the high, I live a lie
And one day we'll die, no one will care
Take me inside, I'll meet you there
Am I alive? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Am I aware? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Are we prepared? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then one day we'll die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No one will care (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We will survive (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Who do you think you are?
Young man? Young man?
Yeah
Man, I think you went too far
You can't stop the dance
Don't ever let 'em stop the dance, yeah
Are we all numb? Where are we goin'?
What have we become? It all keeps on rollin'
A little bit of light lets the hope grow
A lot goes on that they don't know
Just give me a sign, to show me somethin'
Is it my time? Can I stop runnin'?
Lost in the night and it's so cold
Forget the things that we don't know
I made my peace, can I go home?
Am I alive? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Am I aware? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Are we prepared? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then one day we'll die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No one will care (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We will survive (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To the girl named danger, so good to see you
Don't be a stranger, it's clear I need you
The angels will fall, not a saint after all
Back to the wall, let me free you
Protect me from evil, give me a reason
Where are the good people? Give us our freedom
Where are the dreamers?
Can you show me the dreamers?
And we are the creatures, prophets and teachers
We are believers, lost in amnesia
Will you let me fade away? I wanna fade away
Am I alive? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Am I aware? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Are we prepared? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then one day we'll die (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No one will care (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Do you get high? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We will survive (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Writer: Adam Feeney, Dacoury Natche, Malcolm McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Faces is the eleventh mixtape by American rapper Mac Miller. It was independently released for free download on May 11, 2014. The mixtape is the follow-up to Miller's second studio album Watching Movies with the Sound Off (2013), and is considered by many to be his magnum opus for its dark and personal exploration of Miller's struggle with drug addiction and mental illness. On October 15, 2021, Faces was commercially released on streaming platforms and vinyl.
Miller produced most of Faces himself and moved towards creating more psychedelic and jazzy instrumentals for his increasingly dark lyrical themes. Its jazziness is not a departure from Miller's previous work, as it echoes the project he released under the alias Larry Lovestein titled You that was also centered around jazz instrumentals. It continues to build upon and experiment with the psychedelic sounds of Watching Movies with the Sound Off. The mixtape features guest appearances from Rick Ross, Earl Sweatshirt, Schoolboy Q, Mike Jones, Sir Michael Rocks, Vince Staples, Ab-Soul and Dash.
Faces was named "Mixtape of the Week" by Stereogum on May 14, 2014, given a 7.3 rating by Pitchfork, and noted by Billboard on May 11, 2014.
Performed By:
Mac MillerMiller produced most of Faces himself and moved towards creating more psychedelic and jazzy instrumentals for his increasingly dark lyrical themes. Its jazziness is not a departure from Miller's previous work, as it echoes the project he released under the alias Larry Lovestein titled You that was also centered around jazz instrumentals. It continues to build upon and experiment with the psychedelic sounds of Watching Movies with the Sound Off. The mixtape features guest appearances from Rick Ross, Earl Sweatshirt, Schoolboy Q, Mike Jones, Sir Michael Rocks, Vince Staples, Ab-Soul and Dash.
Faces was named "Mixtape of the Week" by Stereogum on May 14, 2014, given a 7.3 rating by Pitchfork, and noted by Billboard on May 11, 2014.
Genre(s): Experimental hip hop, neo-psychedelia, cloud rap, jazz rap
Producer(s): Larry Fisherman, 9th Wonder, Axel Folie, Big Jerm, DJ Dahi, DrewByrd, Frank Dukes, ID Labs, JoeeBilli, Josh Berg, Rahki, Earl Sweatshirt, Ritz Reynolds, ShodBeats, Thundercat
Length: 85:38
Released: May 11th, 2014
Year: 2014