Beverly (OG) Mac Miller
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[Intro]
Uh
Yeah, yah
Ugh, ugh, alright look
Ugh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
They say I lost my mind, I think I’m feeling fine
I ain’t a different person, it’s just a different time
This shit ain’t on Picture Perfect, it’s cool I’m getting by
Wake up to smell the roses, go ahead and taste some wine
I’ve traveled around the globe, done a thousand shows
Designer laundry, that’s a real expensive pile of clothes
I’m on the internet a lot, my life surrounds my phone
To be honest, been a while since I was out my home
This like the motherfucking day that Caesar found the throne
If you don’t call me king, I’ll gladly throw you out of Rome
A gangster in my mind, I think I’m Al Capone
A lot of real esate around that I’m about to own
Before you count your dough, you better count your blessings
I get a thousand questions all about the style I’m dressing
And all about complexion, you say I’m white?
Thank god for you, cause I forgot, you saved my life!
Me and your favorite rapper, probably ain’t alike
I’m with the thugs at the track, and we racing bikes
The cake is nice, I wasn’t ready for the famous life
At least I met a bitch at the parade tonight
That was nice
Uh
Yeah, yah
Ugh, ugh, alright look
Ugh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
They say I lost my mind, I think I’m feeling fine
I ain’t a different person, it’s just a different time
This shit ain’t on Picture Perfect, it’s cool I’m getting by
Wake up to smell the roses, go ahead and taste some wine
I’ve traveled around the globe, done a thousand shows
Designer laundry, that’s a real expensive pile of clothes
I’m on the internet a lot, my life surrounds my phone
To be honest, been a while since I was out my home
This like the motherfucking day that Caesar found the throne
If you don’t call me king, I’ll gladly throw you out of Rome
A gangster in my mind, I think I’m Al Capone
A lot of real esate around that I’m about to own
Before you count your dough, you better count your blessings
I get a thousand questions all about the style I’m dressing
And all about complexion, you say I’m white?
Thank god for you, cause I forgot, you saved my life!
Me and your favorite rapper, probably ain’t alike
I’m with the thugs at the track, and we racing bikes
The cake is nice, I wasn’t ready for the famous life
At least I met a bitch at the parade tonight
That was nice
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