Mac Miller - Diablo lyrics

[Verse 1:] It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono I go, play a couple keys on the piano The industry a lie all the promises were hollow Follow, me I could show you where we be's at How's I get my g pa**, none of your f**ing beeswax Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap f** the little 8 balls show me where the keys at The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian Fake superhero like the Mystery Men I ain't saving nothin' I'm gettin' faded 'till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions How do the famous function, The A list can't be trusted I strong arm them like I play the trumpet The bottom barrel of society I tell my b**h if she don't love me then just lie to me I'm finer than the winery Take it from the rich this is piracy Finally, I don't even need my f**ing eyes to see Come and die with me [Hook:] Cus everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies Said everybody got dead homies [Verse 2:] My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah These other rapper just a diet soda I find Jehova in the darkest places Empty as appartment basements This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races Save the coffin spaces Don't come up missing Tell your b**h you've been trippin' now you on vacation Rapping like it's automated Lights I keep em' on like Vegas Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks b**h I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke Gordon Bombay in these streets Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free No b**hes in my circle I'm a show you the commercial I've been popping like a colonel Reading Justin Bieber's journal Treat you like a urinal