Class Acts Colicchie (Ft. Mac Miller)

[Verse 1: Colicchie]
Hold up, now what the fuck is you tellin' me?
Five retail thefts and I almost caught a felony
Hedonistic writtens rather fine and so heavenly
It's in between my two ears so clear it's where the Devil breathes
Sensor regret correct steps and I'll never forget
A pen, thoughts, a notebook, now my chemistry set
We claim to be ourselves, no identity theft
And if everyone's the realest, what percentage is left?
My life is gettin' busy, call me Mr. On The Go
I'm kickin' vicious predictions and pickin' different roads
Keep the missus on her toes with kisses under mistletoes
We fight and reconcile until officially the whistle blows
A thousand ain't enough for me, of course I need more
The direction I was headed has ended, I took a detour
I couldn't run that play, I had to call an audible
My novel correlates to my chronicles, now I'm plausible

[Chorus: Colicchie]
From my block to your block, to sayin' I'm a sure thing
Once again, she's out my life, I'm watchin' as the door swings
Oh well, I guess I'll take it as it comes
Exhalin' the smoke and chokin' 'til I got some vacant lungs
No opinion here, I'm givin' you brass facts
The marijuana's prevalent, havin' a last laugh
I'ma give it to you straight, pure crack and that's that
Me and Mac rap on tracks, considered some class acts