- Mac Miller Good Evening 歌詞
- Mac Miller
- Uh, look,Good
Evening.Yeah,
When I party in
New York take the late night subway,
Goin out
Friday to comin home
Monday.From all directions never find me on the one way flavor,
The rhyme just the icin on the cupcake fuckface.
My fans notice these other rappers is bogus,
Im Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
And the boy stay, kickin incredibly dope shit.
Make my momma proud cuz my clothes fit.
Travel round the globe bitch, on my
Lewis Clark shit,
Dont matter where
I live, cause
I can tell you where my heart is.
I just stay on my side, fuck where everybody at
Tell the planet 'peace' cause
Im gone,
I aint comin back
Had the whole, regular life
I can tell you that
Im done with that,
Try an build a mill off a couple stacks on my own business
Investin all
I got into these fuckin raps ,
Willlie Parker money hand it off and its runnin back.
Ayo, you fuck wit dat?
Uh, you gotta fuck wit dat.
You in love with dat.
Look, uh,
Mac Miller.
Takin sips from the fountain of youth,
If you aint heard about the kid then you out of the loop.
As Im sittin back starin at this world in my eyes ,
See out the window in my room that
Im hidden inside.
Im just a kid who stays speakin his thoughts, talkin his mind,
Like a roller coaster but
I stay along for the ride.
Put my heart up on the page and the song gonna cry,
Theres logic behind the way you stayin caught and alive, boy.
Aint a shock and
Im a topic of discussion,
Mo fuckas want my spot so they probably wish
I wasnt.They give a lil love like everyone does,
In reality they stoned off that competitive drug.
And I dont blame em,
Cuz those who above me,
Im gunnin for ya.
Try and make my way to the top startin from the floor.
And I dont even need to bring a single gun to war,
Cuz I be on some shit that they aint never done before.
Takin over piece by piece startin from the core,
Its only been a year,
I can stick around a hundred more.
Said I could stick around a hundred more.
I aint goin nowhere.
Young and so much time to go,
Jerm you might as well keep this one rollin.
I got like one more verse,
I havent spit three verses on a song in a minute
See if I can remember this one.
Ight lookYou can find me in the lab workin overtime.
Smell the weed when you go on by, global grind
I aint just a local guy.
When you feelin stressed out have an
L,Blow money, keep my lady decked out in
Chanel.Live fast, when
I die better wish me well.
Huh, I just hope they servin beer in hell.
Just an everyday story that
Im here to tell.
So please, stick around for the
Epilogue,For anyone who ever blog probably heard my name,
Hip Hops underdog he wanna win the game.
Im sick of hearin how music change,never been the same,
And these dudes who think they everything and never pick a lane.
Call yourself a vet but havent won a single game.
Mad every girl got my name imprinted in her brain.
Boy Im a beast match this style in bars
Find me smokin weed where the wild things are.
Yessir.So
I mean, I had to take this time,real quickly, to just go in .
I dont know man,
I feel like you should never stop goin in on your shit.
Thats just me.
I mean, Q,
TreeJay out there we excited just makin history,and
Jerm of course.
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