Mac Miller - I'm Not Real lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Pa**port, filling it up with stamps Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan She keep on asking for a rack so I ran Looking back, like you can't see who I am Think my b**h don't know me no more Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more If money buy you love, then love's not enough So tell my why you on your knees crying to the floor If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right? The clouds are gray but would you pay the price to paint them white? Might have a baby on the way, cause I been going in raw It feels better, that real pleasure I'm not real, I think I never was I get a rush every time she let me get a touch I need to feel that (love) sponsored links I need to feel that (pain) My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain) I keep my head up (high) A little fed up (lies) They always tell me where my mind is on this LP I don't exist Hieroglyphics Pyrotechnics Metaphysics Telekinetics put 50k on my credit card Looking for answers, I'm searching but I ain't getting far Let's get it on, I'm real like Tenenbaums in Lebanon Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone [Hook: Earl Sweatshirt] Point me to the road, and I'ma run it Bloodhound with my nose to the money Ain't f**ing with these hoes Getting duckets 'til I die While my foes busy running, f** it Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toast it in public Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle Like who didn't test yet? Test this Few new rules in effect, b**h [Verse 2: Mac Miller] See this a rather spooky action movie Roll it up and pa** it to me Hashing booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie See a creature, a** beauty Need a feature, rather shoot me Truly b**hes must have them bad jeans in bag of Coogi Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact a**uming Back to doing cash pursuing Posted up like Patrick Ewing Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices Allowing birds to fall to their d**h before they even fly He and I are not the same Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain Money in machines, those will make you change If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain But I can't complain [Hook: Earl Sweatshirt] Point me to the road, and I'ma run it Bloodhound with my nose to the money Ain't f**ing with these hoes Getting duckets 'til I die While my foes busy running, f** it Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toast it in public Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle Like who didn't test yet? Test this Few new rules in effect, b**h