Oracle (Carpe Diem) Mac Miller

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm sittin' in a car full of bitches
Makin' art with 'em, screamin', "Carpe diem"
This is mothafuckin' freedom, ain't it?
I came to free the nation
Do the macarena with a waitress at the Applebee's
Who'd rather be a cheetah, and
One day, I'ma be the greatest, retire my jersey
I'm the people's favorite; Y2K, Nelly, Dream Land, Kirby
Have 'em bow down, how the ground sound? Dirty
I'm way beyond okay, these hoes ain't
Worthy of the nut-bust
Up-chuck flows when I'm fucked up
You want a war? Bitch, I'm Chuck Norris with the nunchucks
Lord of all this funk stuff, somethin' like a oracle, I gotchu
It's kung-fu Keanu, I'm the one, what?
Droppin' like dump trucks, made it through the sadness
What does everybody run from? You marchin' through the madness
I'ma kidnap the rap game, hold the bitch captive
Full of so much regret, I should've been a Catholic
Jewish, Buda, Baptist, cooler than a cactus
You sleepin' on my shit, then I'ma dookie on your mattress
Whoa, and that smell like roses
Just got myself back, run and tell that, homie