Lyrics:
want this night to ever end
I could make it stop, I could make it run again
And I could make it pop, I could make you put your hands up
Don't be afraid
album, what you hate me?
Arf
Said I was your dog
Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrf
Said I was your mans and them
We the kings the kings are back it be Zip upon the track
With Drew and Wiz how bout that yea you haters talk that smack
And while we sign autographs
a Fire in the Park, 5 million views
Now it's album time and I focus
Look man, I'm the one they all fear
I was the man of the year last year
Now I'm the man
and download every rhyme that I spit
You could pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip
None of those rhymes is on the album bitch
It's a storage facility where I
the get-go
Nonstop this ain't metro
Walkin into the end zone
On my feet are retros
I ain't after no pesos
Wanted freedom from the get-go
I've been working hard
off the end of my dick
Get off the end of my tip, nigga you a crash test dummy
You album dropped you smile and frown, after the math get funny
I'm
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
the painful stimuli. “Pain is the price we pay for pleasure, so too is pleasure our reward for pain.” Give it a try, just a little bit of cold water at the end
whole album
And I got like right towards the end of the song and then something shifted in me
And something just told me like what are you doing
First
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer."
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
that'll make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chillin' in my drop-top Benz
with friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends
that I
friend, sticks with me to the end
Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again
And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour
Though it does
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
a question for you, here it is;
Are you still waiting for someone to take you home?
Well, I'm sorry, but I have to tell you, that if we're going,
We're going
thought this was
Most n***** ain't nothing but a city bus
Next fifteen, it's another one coming
Just dropped an album
Got another one coming
Making money
act like Ryan Reynolds
It's real sentimental, put the pedal to the metal
All my thoughts are mental, this album like a temple
For me to go, when I need
by all the beginning
It was round the summer time when all this happened
By the Ida's B's walking pass I ran into Eze Jackson
We started rapping
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
Freedom or jail, clips inserted
A baby's bein' born same time a man is murdered
The beginning and end, so far as rap goes
It's only natural, I
don't know how it's funny
How it all seems just to fall down
You think its over
I don't even wanna hear the noise
Cause at the end of the day
I'm just
the game by myself
Had to do it by leaving my wealth
Know I am nobody else
Don't get it
Don't mention it
I am a pessimist
Bars I am writing are venomous
God
safe
Election done came and went
Y'all worked so hard for it
Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
These are our heroes
Thanks a lot public school
And your last two albums was fucking whack
Really was feeling the song about dolo
But you was by yourself you can't make it solo
And what's up with your
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