numbness / tourist Mac Miller n Lana del Rey

I Don't Trust These Bitches

Mac Miller - Crazy (Gnarls Barkley Cover)

Mac Miller x Forestry - ARE WE THERE YET

Like Mike

Cold as Ice

I would never tell a story that ain’t mine 
And I only spit the truth in each line 
If you want a vivid picture let me paint mine
Went from slow mo livin watchin paint dry 
 Suicide drills on the baseline 
To Reinvent the vision of a date night 
fuckin two bad bitches at the same time
Taking turns gripping on their waistline 
And you could hear that shit from a mile away 
It was not no whisper though the grape vine 
They do the Harlem shake you tell um walk a plank 
But they never do it walking in a straight line 
They could a rob a bank in an armored tank and get a whole lotta money in the late night 
And I could cash out now like a cash cow venom of a snake bite jaws of a great white 

I could spit some psycho bars like Jason weaven cleavers if you wanna slow it down then I can sing it like I’m Bieber.
I got a fever sick of snakes I had to leave her 
And I placed a brand new face in place of that golden deceiver 
Felt like going deep I hit my side receiver 
And I moved on from the old thing she’s a trapper not a keeper

Hannibal lectur 
I bite the hand that feeds me 
you don’t need me 
Like a jester to a king without a crown or scepter  

A twisted youth
Getting pissed inside a picture booth 
I misconstrue the truth cuz I’m alone but I still picture you 

But the picture frame is broken
I take your things you left behind and throw them in the ocean
Don’t need to keep a secret cuz the truth is in the open
Sadness turned anger after every word is spoken

I’m feelin hopeless
And they don’t know what dope is
Cook what’s in the kitchen
Stick the tip inside my favorite hostess
 
Minimal focus 
my mind is in a different place
I had a vision, lost it 
Now my concentrations broken 

No longer jokin
My words become too thought provoking 
world run by the devil 
Need a baptismal bath to soak in 

I’m not a rapper
But I’ll fake it till I make it
I set the bar so high I try to touch the moon while on the pavement 

Lost in translation
Your mind’s a valuable thing that’s wasted
Like an alcoholic racin
far behind and constant chasen 

I got that blanco 
chopped up butcher like I’m Benny
Catch me at your local dennys pancakes drippin dipped in henny 

Looking for a way to end this song I couldn’t think of any 
so I’ll keep on rambling until the beats complete I hope at least I was successful in my quest to beat defeat

painting pictures (prod. by noizy)

Thank You Clancy For Putting Me On This Song.



painting pictures (prod. by noizy)

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