Lyrics:
(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?
Johnny cut his hair, now he looks like a punk
With buttons pinned all over his clothes
He got all the albums by the be-52
Sometimes he's a one man
Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it, check it, check it, check, one, two
(Now you're listening)
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Check it, check it, check it,
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly, I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink
So tell me what you want
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
Mississippi
But I was walking down Chelsea Bayou
It takes you by surprise the places you find yourself in
One minute you're here
Next minute you're there
to the hills, pimpin', loungin' by the pool
And I love the way it feel, of course, I keep it real
Garcon, come here yo, I'm kinda parched
I want a big Blue
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
Don't push me when I'm in album mode
You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
But I bring
on
Here to feel the moment won't let it pass by me
You, you are the one
You, you are the one
Can you feel it in your soul
Lifted and you're peaking
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
Said my lights are on
I said uh
Welcome to my first album
Poetry
Where I'm from, they geeked up
Riding through town to go re-up
Waving at the cops like
Rock 'N Roll Never Felt So Good
By Gwar
I met her at a donkey show
Off the America Must Be Destroyed album
Sucking on a cherry Yoo Hoo
She was
the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin' "Damn Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
3-5-6-2-1-6-2-4-7
Aye
Wanted to be wanted, how I'm haunted by rejection
Walking through the valley, know I'm tryna get my steps in
Exercise my faith
It may seem like our fire
Has been a little burnt out we're tired
We only need to stay close
In time, sparks will fly
(and we fly too, and we, and we
You're now tuned into
The muh'fuckin' greatest (Jigga)
Turn the music up in the headphones (Jigga)
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off
Nigga
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
[Kool Keith]
I got skill you're on my tip now back off
Slack off let me do this and y'all turn the wack off
The radio stereo here we go
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
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