Bruce Wayne Mac Miller
"Bruce Wayne" by Mac Miller, released in 2016, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of identity, fame, and the struggles of living in the spotlight. The lyrics reflect Miller's introspection and vulnerability, using the metaphor of Bruce Wayne to discuss duality and personal challenges. Unique musical elements include jazzy instrumentals and smooth flows, contributing to its laid-back vibe. The song resonates with listeners for its authenticity and relatability, showcasing Miller's artistry and emotional depth.
[Intro]
I tell her, "Baby, don't be scared"
Yeah, baby, don't be scared
Now lil' mama, don't be scared
Listen, shorty, don't be scared
Tell her, "Baby, don't be scared"
Lil' mama, don't be scared, don't be scared
[Verse 1]
Hey, I tell her, "Baby, don't be scared," the sign sayin', "Beware"
My room stay smokey, go outside for some clean air
All around the globe I see these bitches at my shows
Who invite me to their crib sayin' they twistin' up a O
Bunch of haters on the internet
Trust me, I ain't finished yet
I'ma take care of all of y'all like a Giga Pet
People say I'm dead, I tell 'em that they just ain't livin' yet
Excess weed, alcohol, hoes, and cigarettes
Hockey player money, now I'm gettin' checks
Dream come true (Come true)
I get my cake and eat it too
Spendin' all this money like, "Fuck it" (Uh-huh)
The Jew who never budget
It's just ya happy side that you are not in touch with
They knew I spit, didn't listen to me though
That's exactly why they called and I ain't pickin' up the phone (No)
My pops wanna retire, he can't back out
I'ma make a million dollars, take his ass out
I tell her, "Baby, don't be scared"
Yeah, baby, don't be scared
Now lil' mama, don't be scared
Listen, shorty, don't be scared
Tell her, "Baby, don't be scared"
Lil' mama, don't be scared, don't be scared
[Verse 1]
Hey, I tell her, "Baby, don't be scared," the sign sayin', "Beware"
My room stay smokey, go outside for some clean air
All around the globe I see these bitches at my shows
Who invite me to their crib sayin' they twistin' up a O
Bunch of haters on the internet
Trust me, I ain't finished yet
I'ma take care of all of y'all like a Giga Pet
People say I'm dead, I tell 'em that they just ain't livin' yet
Excess weed, alcohol, hoes, and cigarettes
Hockey player money, now I'm gettin' checks
Dream come true (Come true)
I get my cake and eat it too
Spendin' all this money like, "Fuck it" (Uh-huh)
The Jew who never budget
It's just ya happy side that you are not in touch with
They knew I spit, didn't listen to me though
That's exactly why they called and I ain't pickin' up the phone (No)
My pops wanna retire, he can't back out
I'ma make a million dollars, take his ass out
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