Black Bush Mac Miller

[Chorus]
Tell me what reality is, all of y'all back on my dick
Woah, woah
I don't get mad about shit, but did you see that ass on that bitch?
Woah, woah
No, I'm not waitin' in line, you got a little paper? That's fine
Woah, woah
Find it hard to make up my mind, all of y'all hate when I shine
Woah, woah

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh (Ladies and gentlemen, this is a revolution)
Ooh

[Verse 1]
On that black bush, smoke a bunch of Backwoods
My mind numb, I'm high as high come
I'm somewhat of a fuck up, put it in her guts 'til the cum bust, combustion
At the function, drunk and actin' as prophets would
When Pac rocked with Suge, smokin' blunts in Hollywood
I was a youngin who didn't know shit 'bout nothin'
But now I'm twenty-one and I feel like I'm onto somethin'
Gettin' emphysema, madder than Ebenezer
I'm a king, bitch (Salads, I get a Caesar)
Pullin' uranium from Mesopotamian rivers
I need a bitch that let me fuck, then make me some dinner
God made me a sinner, followin' protocol
Overall, I'm fuckin' bitches and there's coke involved
Watchin' Carl Sagan, wishin' I could talk Jamaican
I'm waitin', be prepared for invasion