Lyrics:
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
own bed
Working all day so that I get ahead
From 8 to 80 miles per hour instead
Running like a race horse the finish line awaits
I am shaped by my story
advice that I deflected
Never followed, stayed outside the box like Brexit
From city housing to blessing stages front of thousands
Dropping albums
Escape from my own mind
I finally booked that flight to Stockholm
Green mouth by my side
We can talk on anything
We know enough about each other's mental
Run up them numbers and bringing it back
Picking up shawty put her friends in the back
Off white presto with skinnies all black
Get put in a box
on this bitch cause I really can
A lot of niggas living by the day they ain't ever have no plan
NahTheWiz about how I'm dealing with bitches getting bands
These days I can't tell how I feel
Those days gone by feel like they're not real
I miss those days when everyone was happy
Or maybe there were things
then ya sat there and looked I remember when
Those where the days with the box TV's on the floor I remember when
Drinking kool-aid and walking
stare of a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
Then I got to figgering who he was and wondering
to leave
When you're lookin' like that?
Oh, I keep thinkin' I might stay here
By your side and watch the green grass grow
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I got
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
cheesy
Why you so corny
She said it's getting boring
Yeah
Calling me broke is comical
You study my life for optical
You just stay behind as time passes by
the beginning of Hell all my friendships fell
I had to focus on myself and make an album when I'm well
I found my best friend after three days lying dead on his
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mama said it would be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my veins like
Puffing Inspirado I been Smoking by the pound
I been smoking too much these days - you can catch me in the clouds
10 blunts to the face - So I ain't ever
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
hold a piece of steel
So what you sayin'?
So what you sayin'?
Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box
MC's, are jumpin' out shoes and socks
I'm
talkin' this and that
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold
Thirty days later,
to the white side
Okay, there's a bright side, a day that I might slide
You may call it a pass, I call it haulin' my ass
Through that patch of grass over them
(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?
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