It All Ends Mac Miller

The lazy guy is sleeping on your couch again
Responsibility it would seem is now drowning him
Yet another suicidal thought, I told him count to ten
Or go up to the roof and look down at all the happy people
My shit is mad cerebral, paintings on a magic easel
Bunch of saints acquainted with Satan, now they acting evil
A walking magnet, absorbing your core's energy
Squeezing Beetlejuices from {?} to form remedies
A bit menacing, sadistic feelings festering
Beat you while you sleeping
Let you dream with all that hemorrhaging
A world of lemmings, zombies and happy endings
People that keep pretending they entеrtaining the fantasy
And it's shallow water you're trеading
Put your feet down, you might just meet ground
It all started with a freestyle
It's gonna end with a beatdown

You wish to enter into the foreign place
With the monsters and goblins
{?}
There is no light here
There is nothing good here
You would be better off if you just turned around
And went back to your happy little life