Mac Miller - Thumbalina lyrics

He's on d** again My neighbor's yellin', I don't give a f** again And I swear to God if the cops come again I'ma open up this door, get to rumblin' Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin' My dick, your mouth, no discussion Yeah, it's all happenin' I must be imaginin', take a hit, time travelin' Turn up the mothaf**in' volume And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? Let me see them nipples baby Don't give it all up, just a little, baby I'm just tryna free your mind Cause all you see is dollar signs Line crosser, real life flyin' saucer Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture Young prodi-gy, I'ma eat lobster Pull Spanish b**hes but I speak nada And she got a need to roll the weed all up You ain't got a chance when it's me on you I'm a mothaf**in' legend, girl Get that p**y k**ed, b**hes out in Edinboro Turn up the mothaf**in' volume And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? Leave that p**y crippled, baby Let me slide right down a little, baby Thumbalina, has anybody seen her face? She's blinded by the streets