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dropping down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack is back in town

Louie Miller disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash
And Mac Heath
Though the shark has, pretty teeth, dear
And he shows 'em pearly whites
Just a jackknife has Mac Heath, dear
And he keeps it, well out of sight
Oh the shark has pretty teeth dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack-knife has Mac-heath dear
And he keeps it out of sight

When
dear
I'll bet you Macky's back in town

Mr. Miller, disappeared, dear
After drawin' out all of his cash
Went tap city, and Mac Heath spends like
Though the shark has, pretty teeth, dear
And he shows 'em pearly whites
Just a jackknife has Mac Heath, dear
And he keeps it, well out of sight
with me
I got an old car we drove to the edge of town
We stopped by old man Millers' farm
Just to watch the world spin around

And she moves
Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams.
We weave and spin a web of fantasy.
We touch on the pain and fear.....
Then whisk you back
They have contests to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard
They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad
Spin away, spend a day tryin to pull
to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will mark any beat
think you bad, well that's funny
I'm try'na get Maybach money
I'm a Mac Miller, spittin' ASAP, rookie

I had them dubs on the step
hoes
Free your soul, it's Mac and Chuck
High as hell, resting on a window pane
Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game
Got a couple homies out
Oh yeah 

this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas 

taken out the game 

And to my brother Kevin Miller  rest in peace fool 



Verse 1
With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller's

East-coast parties, west-coast cap peelers
Little monkey niggaz turn gorilla's
Stoped in
hoes
Free your soul, it's Mac and Chuck
High as hell, resting on a window pane
Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game
Got a couple homies out
re-actin'
Animal attraction
You fiends is relaxin'
Hit it once and back spin
Mac slap the captain
Body bag the boss man
You don't want it to happen
to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard
They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad
Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage
Just mackin'
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
(The Divine Feminine)
Oh

Love
Love, love, love, love (sex)
Love, love, love, love (sex)
alright, it's okay
Only if you be my
It's alright, it's okay

You gotta deal with Mac Miller, bitch
party hard and we duckin' from them cop cars
This Mac Miller, Montana
Smoking blunts, bad bitches on camera
Took a second and got tatted on my neck
rulin'
Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin'
Leave 'em dazed, dogged, served and droolin'
By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin'
right by the Black Gate,
And it's the fire provider til' I get back to Mac,
Dub sack after the dub sack, my lungs is turnin' black,
Gettin' it with my
the opposite of Primatine Mist
I ride 26 and let my 9 scream "flip"
Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, 9 up in a clip

Triple black Phantom nigga nah it ain't Tip
to the point 
And always got my damn lighter to the mothafuckin' joint 
Mac Dre, dope as you ever knew 
Taxin muthafuckas like Internal Revenue 
Knocken 'em
standing by you all my time flies
that's how the web get weaved
You join in its spin and you start to believe
Even though your sixth sense
Tell you that
killin', young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good