Well (Madula) Mac Miller

[Verse 1]
Well, this is for the title, this is my recital
This is checkin' my vitals, makin' sure I got a pulse
Swear the world is turnin' into shit, it's probably my fault
But, I build a bridge before I ever build a wall
I got too many problems and I just can't call it
Open up my eyes, but I'm still unconscious
Throw me a surprise, and don't lie, be honest
Keep your fingers crossed as I bring the sauce
I ain't no bitch, I ain't no motherfuckin' fraud
Shit, I'm gettin' higher, tryna cut it up with God
Hungry in the jungle and my stomach always rumble
So I'm huntin' 'til I'm comin' back with somethin' for the squad
Let me take my time, let me break shit down
I never get ahead of myself, I get around
Assume that I'm too much, room like a new truck
Never gave two fucks, sky, how I boost up
Oops, did I lose ya?
These maneuvers make you students, I school ya
Sorry if it's rude, but this food gettin' chewed up
April don't fool us, very bad crew cuts
Screwed up medulla, I silver spoon ya
Witches need brooms, I consume ya
Illuminate the room, full moon, nothin' less (Yes)
Who needs stress? This about as good as it gets, shit