[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I give no f**s when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead
Woke up from a coma poured up a soda, smoked, went back to bed
Never thought I'd be such a loner, I tell my b**h that I f**ing own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'mma run it over, I'm a f**ing soldier
So cold bro f** pneumonia, all my b**hes got love for Sosa
I just wanna f** Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried that the lights might k** them
Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows, just went through a half ounce of coke
Blood pouring all out my nose, don't tell my mom I got a drug problem
I'm f**ing high-ly publicized, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time
Blaow
[Hook: Mac Miller]
This another motherf**ing rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like sh**, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullsh**
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this sh** out of spite cause there's n***as that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with dark and stormier weather
Flip the f**ing cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a p**y, p**y
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple n***as, weighing sess like it's a lot of options
15 on me for soda and swishers
And who's the sh**, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over b**hes trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older initials
Been rap game tighter than boa constrictors
Rolling stone like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my f**ing home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, f** what you think
The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick
At my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift
[Hook: Mac Miller]
[Ab-Soul]
It's the official drug user
Soulo
It's Ab-Soul, jack... listen, yo!