Perfect Circle (Wake Up Call) Mac Miller (Ft. Ab-Soul)
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[Part I: Perfect Circle]
[Intro]
(I shot the sheriff right after I shot the deputy)
Ohh—ohh—ohh—ohh—ohh
(Right after I shot the deputy)
Ohh—ohh—ohh
(I shot the sheriff)
Yeah
Ohh—ohh—ohh—ohh—ohh
Ohh—ohh
(I shot the sheriff right after I shot the deputy)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I came for whoever is in charge (Here)
Suggest you go and get yourself a weapon and a guard (Here)
They need some coffee, everybody sleeping on me
Going around door-to-door, setting off alarms (Beep beep beep)
All that horse shit, you should have left it at the barn
Keep a stallion, tell her gallop to the store and get cigars, yeah
Too many whips, gotta get a new garage made (That's the ball game)
I might steal one just to drive it in a car chase
Me and my bizarre ways (Lord have mercy)
I moved up from a Private to a Sergeant, you can see it from the scarface
Hidden in a dark place, swimming in a shark tank
Give a bitch a little bit of change, she a game in an arcade
(Time crisis) Not a second to lose
I’m the motherfuckin' Bible, that’s forever the truth (Amen)
And this is not another case of the celebrity blues
I shot the sheriff and the deputy, too
[Intro]
(I shot the sheriff right after I shot the deputy)
Ohh—ohh—ohh—ohh—ohh
(Right after I shot the deputy)
Ohh—ohh—ohh
(I shot the sheriff)
Yeah
Ohh—ohh—ohh—ohh—ohh
Ohh—ohh
(I shot the sheriff right after I shot the deputy)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I came for whoever is in charge (Here)
Suggest you go and get yourself a weapon and a guard (Here)
They need some coffee, everybody sleeping on me
Going around door-to-door, setting off alarms (Beep beep beep)
All that horse shit, you should have left it at the barn
Keep a stallion, tell her gallop to the store and get cigars, yeah
Too many whips, gotta get a new garage made (That's the ball game)
I might steal one just to drive it in a car chase
Me and my bizarre ways (Lord have mercy)
I moved up from a Private to a Sergeant, you can see it from the scarface
Hidden in a dark place, swimming in a shark tank
Give a bitch a little bit of change, she a game in an arcade
(Time crisis) Not a second to lose
I’m the motherfuckin' Bible, that’s forever the truth (Amen)
And this is not another case of the celebrity blues
I shot the sheriff and the deputy, too
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