Malibu-Mac Miller

歌手 : Mac Miller

专辑 : Faces (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:31

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TXT Malibu-Mac Miller 文本歌词

That good times can be a trap

Oh yea?

Oh hell naw

Check myself intro 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

Now let me come with something else, you feel me?

This Air Jordon on my flip-flops

And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop

I might die before I detox

This ain't high-school, no little Asian I can cheat off

We keep chiefing while police watch

Loss in vibration sirens blowing up the weed spot

And Heisman hopefuls all growing up to be cops

Chasing after gangsters but they never find the G spot

I'm reporting like I die tomorrow

At the rate I'm getting high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow

But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow

As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow

She'll be smiling by tomorrow

Everything will be so fine tomorrow

Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow

Come say hi tomorrow

Hello

And 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 motherfucker with a smile on

Let's hold hands and sing the bible, that's a violent song

The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along

Everybody, grab a fucking number, this a dieathon

Oh I'm the bomb, literally back away, I'm the bomb

Let me get my line on

85 grand get you a heavy ass wrist

They ain't killin' they just yellin', that's it

A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff

On the phone probably yellin' at Rich

Say, double the money, please, double the money

Triple the problems, double the money

They was all laughing, wasn't that funny

I started fucking with drugs and now I'm a junky

The U-S of A, I fuck with my country

But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie

I'm thinking till my brain pops

Spitting as a cake walk

I'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day job

Wiz getting faded, come and kick it at a bake shop

Everything is A-1, steak sauce

Thank God

God Damn it

Thank God

Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit