[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Think I can see a f**ing halo, about to meet my maker
Brought a double cup of Drano, some soda for the flavor
Uncontrollable behavior with some psychopathic tendencies
Lonely as your neighbors with the b**hes, he got special needs
Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasy
My flavor from the nature, need an acre for my recipe
They got my soul, but I don't let 'em take the rest of me
My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly
And my denim tailored, me and Action rapping
Al be f**ing with the fader, sipping mind eraser
Actually, we rapping for the f** of it
Taking money from you, gonna smack you out in public
We the Republican government, abundance of substance
Having consumption to f** a b**h
You're Banana Republic fit, go s** a dick
And your b**h looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest
[Hook: Action Bronson]
I said it must be the d** that got us thinking crazy sh**
Groupie b**hes wild enough to s** a baby's dick
Cadillacs is getting whipped a hundred eighty fifth
Just for that sizzle, Gore-Tex in case of drizzle
[Mac Miller]
I said it must be the d** that got us thinking crazy sh**
Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit
They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead
So how'd I get this red dot on my head?
[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first
After rapping take my people out for octopus
We all deserve it; dedication to the fam
Don't hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn
You see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip
Blow the dice, roll them chips, hit another trip
sh**, I'm on some sh**
Hand's f**ing hotter than a leather in the 6 in the summertime
Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine
And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils
We ate the tuna, it's suede puma
My look is Jay Buhner, dawggy, cause some of us just age sooner
I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river
Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver
Check the bio, I fixed the game
Between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio, I been wild
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
b**h I'm nodding off, I'm hot as wasabi sauce
And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance
I was a minor, chasing after vagina
None of my friends were fake, but none of my clothes designer
Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs
I came from that basement, now look at this view
Making this money, blowing it all
f** what you did, just show me results
[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
Yo, I'm a 635 dipper, fly mothaf**a
Leather to the foot, horses I lead 'em to the brook
If you locked, then keep the chisel in the book
I see a lion in the mirror when I look
Look, I lose money but I make it back
I keep it true and ain't no mothaf**in' faking that
I get a fade and then I fade to black
Bet on the Razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat
Blat
[Bridge: Mac Miller]
I said it must be the d**, I said it must be the d**
I said it must be the d**, I said it must be the d**
I said it must be the d**, I said it must be the d**
I said it must be the d**, I said it must be the d**