Goin in never stopin. verses I be dropin
b**hes pop and lockin pills chills from the poppin
Pictures I be croppin, the ones with your face in it
I brace woman you chase woman I stay lifted
Faces may turn crimson on the dot…… and your sh** is never hot
Never bought from the people, fake like its regal,
I give you my prayers from the steeple, to get better , I get cheddar, getcha girls wetter
With my feather even better check my sweater in this weather know I'm clever
Never under the weather, hot like some pepper, send a letter to yo b**h saying I'm glad I met her
I turn water into vapor, put blotters on them papers, hotter than some Quakers
Some overcooked oatmeal, my pa**ion always shows steel
I know we'll throw deals ill glow real Ill even show steal, touring all across the world
Pouring love out to these girls, storing guap like some pearls,
Adoring all the world and wonders it holds, put thunder to my foes, down under like it froze down in hell b**h
Tell satan I won't sell him sh** even if he makes me rich
Ill slap that b**h, more annoying than a itch,
Adapt back into your niche and remain a myth because your
Spreading sh** like a motherf**ing snitch, b**h
Put a twist on the beat like DNA, I free the slaves, lead the way I be this way, I'm the change you need
Raid your sleep, say im crazy B, you got that baby D, G, we? Me? GBE gay like glee
Fasten your seat belt
Crashin the E-L
Stashin my weed spell
Matching the green ground
Pa**in yo b**ha** askin to miss cla** blastin my syntax
Graspin my pick axe, bashin the sin tax don't gotta pay sh**
Ask Mitt Romney for a mil and he'll still remain rich
Working hard for money, that's that sh** I do like
But hes a political dick which mean hope he dies to night
So f**ing high man I swear im a pilot
She wanna f** brunghi I say go head and try it
Speaking of head, give me dome like a headshot
Or even make a desktop like your in a f**ing sweatshop
They say anything is possible…um explain flying
Without technology you'll probably die trying
Lying, thinking you achieved your goal
Praying to the gods like you believed the soul
On the surface we stay gold, nothing less than silver
Meet a bunch of f**ers like us, Ill call you ben stiller
I iller, shot a b**h in the face on the ground man I k**ed her
Still uh.. thanks for the beat mac miller