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Jerry's Record Store Lyrics - Artist : Mac Miller
Ha ha ha, in your old man voice, ha ha
Yeah, a one-two, a one-two 412, 412 412, 412 412, 412 Uh, uh, nothin' but rhymes, it's quite simple Hey, it's what I create to eliminate the hate Illuminate the night in the lightnin' UFO sightings, leave 'em unidentified Steady, I be gettin' high You ain't got no herbal, I'ma lend you mine It's Dr. Octagon, call him Young Phenomenon I leave these rappers starvin' like it's Ramadan You all the wackest, my style holographic Had to put my city on the map, shit, ha ha If you a fat kid, go get active If you a bad bitch, then be a actress Rap ease carnage, my family ain't the Partridge Hard trick, flawless, trapeze artists Take my life and put it in a photo album How much money do I got? I don't know, who's countin'? Fake muhfuckers 'round me, I could do without 'em You keepin' it a hundred, I could use a thousand I'm comin' now, call a truce I got a lot, but not to lose I'm the shit, makin' hits, call me Dr. Luke And prescribin' you a vibe for that awful mood Why you sad all the time? Jump off a roof While I'm kickin' it with Q-Tip and Posdnuos Tryna put me down, well, that's futile, woo shell Supernatural message got you spooked out Believe in God but don't believe religion Sayin' it's the truth but never really listened That's another conversation though Walkin' on the pavement home, find a way to go Maybe one not taken, word to Robert Frost Blowin' out steam but it's all exhaust We comin' for your dollars, better call the cops You want a war? We got a nuclear holocaust Yo, E, how many bars is that? Is it enough to give these haters all heart attacks? I been writin' on the paper, gave me carpal tunnel Couple billion people, are they all gon' love you? Hell no, hell no I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail, snow Stickin' to my word like it's Velcro On some shell toes, and what else, yo? Dope shit, go crazy Kinda like the Internet over Hov's baby My girl tell me, "Mac, you a weirdo" I guarantee that baby be a superhero This ain't nothin' but some rhymes from my mind That been stuck inside since the beginning of time Chemical romance, slow dance with no pants If I got my eyes on her, playa, you got no chance This some simple shit I'm sure they feel I'm just tryin' to explore what's real Child of the blues, never liked school Been miseducated, so word to Lauryn Hill Music is my outlet, walkin' through the Polo store In the studio, wonder what I go home for In my own world when I close the door to the booth We young and searchin' for the truth Like that, like that, like that, like, like that, that, that, that And a little bit of this and a little bit of that I just spit a rhyme, tell me that I kick a rap And if you got some time, you can sit down Listen to me now, pass the flow around Hey, this some cypher shit I know you like that shit Freestylin' in the air, go and write that shit I don't write that bitch, I got ill flows Yeah, I'm ill, uh, uh And this is real, yo Mac Miller gon' kill those Flows Bouncin' up and down, yo-yos Head to your toes In the—, in the paint throwin' 'bows Yeah, throwin' 'bows in the paint That's what basketball players do I don't think anyone's gonna listen this far But we should keep it in Bee-yatch! Blue Slide Park, the album available right now on iTunes Uh, you get on there, and you just, hit "Buy now" It's only, uh, $9.99 All original music |
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