Mac Miller - Story of Exodus lyrics

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Mac Miller - Story of Exodus lyrics

{Intro: Mac Miller} Yo, this one goes out to my boy {?} On that hip-hop sh*t Let's do it, Rec {Chorus: John Record & Mac Miller} Listen, what's the matter when you know it all? (What's the matter with ya?) You wanna pull a Shawshank freedom from your brain's wall So you tell a story, a story of exodus When you skip the pain, and looked up for happiness (Yeah, look, look, yo, look, yeah, yeah) {Verse 1: Mac Miller} First breath and I'm into this Earth The doctor knew it was spiritual, a miracle birth I learned to speak immediately, fiddle with words Get on my nerves, materials I didn't deserve And from the first time I could catch a breath I'd lay in bed, writin' poems on my Etch-A-Sketch I'd sеt my steps up, climbin', I was straight to the top An exodus, madе for the mic, and makin' it rock, yeah This hip-hop could be heard from six blocks I was raisin' the roof and just breakin' it off 'Cause before that I could ever walk or stand My mom was bustin' hip-hop through the sonogram So it seems only right to just bump it up Hit this dick of a planet with a nickel bag of funk, yeah A nickel bag of funk, a nickel bag of funk Hit this dick of a planet with just a nickel bag of funk {Chorus: John Record} What's the matter when you know it all? (What's the matter with ya?) You wanna pull the Shawshank freedom from your brain's wall So you tell a story, a story of exodus When you skip the pain, and looked up for happiness {Post-Chorus: John Record & Mac Miller} Start lookin' up Start lookin' up (Yeah, look, yo, yo) {Verse 2: Mac Miller} I'm lookin' up, my mind's above the clouds For those who run they mouth, they ain't know what I'm about What is now is the present, a gift, I'll leave it wrapped My days are passin', my words are overlappin' Hip-hop's a saga, get told with a lot a ganja We sparked the marijuana, breathe deep I'm not {?} God's offer {?} flowin' water Grow that sh*t, roll that sh*t, smoke that sh*t Saga continues, hip-hop is not an issue I ain't got a tissue I could give you, ain't nobody with you Battle mano a mano, no crowd, no audience I'm not convinced that you have the confidence to talk some sh*t I'm ominous, definition cadence, all-knowin' I'm always kickin' it, spittin' whatever you call flow I flow so much, my book erupts My days are gone, I continue lookin' up {Chorus: John Record} What's the matter when you know it all? (What's the matter with ya?) You wanna pull a Shawshank freedom from your brain's wall So you tell a story, a story of exodus When you skip the pain, and looked up for happiness {Post-Chorus: John Record} Start lookin' up Start lookin' up

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