MAC MILLER – Desperado

Uh, Chya, Uh, Uh
Dedicated too, this dedicated too
Fuck it

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Uh, I got a pocket full of posies
Some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin’ like he know me
I’m psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome piece
Get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so weak
I stood before an Angel as he told me bout the glory
Put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be lonely
I only get money, these labels tryna clone me
Uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete
So, I try to keep em’ in my head
It’s sad to see when everything that you believe is dead
Word to heavy D, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
Life is good sometimes, but it just doesn’t last
A bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin’ bag
Rock n’ Roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
Sucker ass motherfucker, motherfuckers venom and
Doper than the shit that put Chris Tucker in Dead Presidents
Desert rhymes, homie, ridin’ beats, I’m on a camel
I’m way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals
Haha, you want a war, I got a lot of ammo
You ain’t a soldier cause you rockin’ cammo
Young Rambo, hundred million fans though
And I do it big, you a iPod Nano
Fire on wax, look like I rock candles
Yeah you got a show, but you ain’t on my channel

That’s HBO bitch, you gotta pay for that
Hahaha, your channels free

I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you

Um, Imax’n shit motherfucker
Yeah, suck my dick

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Hey, ayo, I’m bout to start gambilin’ with Ambien
I’m dutch smokin’, that’s a strike
But fuck bowlin’, I could tear a pin of Maryland
See, I’m American, apparently it’s damagin’
To be in front of cameras in your underwear with Marilyn
Monroe, look at dumb hoes who want too much dough
And come close to having you straight trippin’ when you jump rope

Don’t rock the love boat, this business fuckin’ cut throat
And it’s gonna crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
Rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
These rappers who be hatin’ probably need to get a job
See me, I’m with my squad, gettin’ money living comfortable
I know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
Fuck a toast, y’all is fuckin’ broke, cut ya throat
Judgin’ me is nothin’ dope, boy you lyin’ under oath
God made the world, why did man make the scriptures?
And if he created Lennon, why’d he go and make a Hitler?
I could take a photo, but I’d rather paint a picture
Of the one Lawrence Fishburne, we’ll shoot up all you hipsters
I’m from Pittsburgh, that’s black and gold
If my skin gets filled up, I’m a tat my soul
Runnin’ out of paper, writin’ on my hand
Hundred thousand haters writin’ bout my jams
Want a number one independent album? I’m your man
I’m a hit Preme and leave you all right where you stand