Generation Rapsody (Ft. Jared Evan & Mac Miller)

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Yeah
What up, Rap?
You good? Aight, I'm 'bout to—okay, cool

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
These generations, combination of generations
Levitatin' through matrixes
Baby, heaven's waitin'
I feel naked, consider the fact that hell is vacant
The temptation was just your imagination
Listen, we know the feelin' like a nursery rhyme
Blood rushes to the head, make a burgundy mind
News anchor, I channel Ron Burgundy's mind
Cut the lights, turn your church to a shrine
Now you blind, so
Fuck the cops, if your daddy one, fuck ya pops
I hate the personality, but girl, I love the box
Something's off, they poppin' a penicillin
I'm illin', your paper thin as Sicilian crust
Warnin' civilians, they aimin', they here, they killin' us
Still, I must continue to venture into outer space
You got ** **** inside your mouth, tell me how it taste
I'm—I'm not—I'm just—I'm just sayin'

[Chorus: Jared Evans & Rapsody]
'Cause we are meant for somethin'
Even though that we feel like we're nothin'
Because it's our generation, oh
Our (Our gene—our gene—our generation, our gene—our generation)
Generation (Our gene—our gene—our generation, our gene—our generation)
Oh (Our gene—our gene—our generation, our gene—our generation)
Oh (Our gene—our gene—our generation, our gene—our generation)
Oh (Our gene—our gene—our generation, our gene—our generation)
Oh (Our gene—our gene—our generation, our gene—our generation)
Oh (Our gene—our gene—our generation, our gene—our generation)
Oh