Camp Fire Bill Waves (Ft. Ab-Soul & Mac Miller)

[Intro: Bill]
Yeah
Ahem
Yeah

[Verse 1: Bill]
You don't got bars that drop, hard to hit
Neighborhood pharmacist
Jarrin' up this haze in the shade to rock cardigans
Center starter, better get your starters sparkin'
It's lemon scented, it started to spend a trend
In the parks of a very tended
I started with every pen then I'm on this shit
Late night faze through these tenements and darker sins
I'm not startin' with rappers, I'm black Mortus
Smack your fuckin' ass hard as the glass of the backboard, and
I'm back for them, see his ass tour and laugh more
If I'm not havin' fun, what the fuck am I writin' raps for?
I'm the last chord, plug it
I'm comin' with nothin' but this fuckin' rugged shit, I'm that floored
I'm a nuisance, I do this, I've been fluent
But the sin of [?] ruin where I been, I been movin'
Ten-for-ten rudest, villain of the park
Give some sense to 'em, pillar of the art

[Interlude: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah
Some Point Breeze shit, you know?
Ahem