[Intro: Mac Miller]
Yeah, motherfucker
What? What?
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, I'm eating shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca
Bumping Flocka, fuck the drama
Marijuana been as calming as the fucking Dalai Lama
Your style common as a little league sponsor from retarded kids' fathers
I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth
Talk about my money, please, some feelings might just get hurt
This the same effect, and less words
Chilling with this asshole, calls himself Sweatshirt (That's me, it's ya boy)
This might be some of my best work (Indeed)
I let these bitches dive in, head first
Applying pressure when I put together letters
I'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter
These hidden treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in Alaska
Your raps are corny as Nebraska
Lacksa-daisical bars, my throwaways will trash ya
High as NASA on acetone, acid foam
Talking trash like John McEnroe
You a little bitch, that's what the fucking Cabbage Patch is for (That's what is for)
Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult
Up above my castle's moat, right into my fucking throne (Throne)
They like, "damn, Mac, what the fuck you on? (The fuck you on?)"
Yeah, motherfucker
What? What?
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, I'm eating shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca
Bumping Flocka, fuck the drama
Marijuana been as calming as the fucking Dalai Lama
Your style common as a little league sponsor from retarded kids' fathers
I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth
Talk about my money, please, some feelings might just get hurt
This the same effect, and less words
Chilling with this asshole, calls himself Sweatshirt (That's me, it's ya boy)
This might be some of my best work (Indeed)
I let these bitches dive in, head first
Applying pressure when I put together letters
I'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter
These hidden treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in Alaska
Your raps are corny as Nebraska
Lacksa-daisical bars, my throwaways will trash ya
High as NASA on acetone, acid foam
Talking trash like John McEnroe
You a little bitch, that's what the fucking Cabbage Patch is for (That's what is for)
Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult
Up above my castle's moat, right into my fucking throne (Throne)
They like, "damn, Mac, what the fuck you on? (The fuck you on?)"
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