Mac Miller - Inertia lyrics

[Verse] I've been a God way before a synagogue Liquor drops used to hit the spot like a cinderblock This is not what you wanted, but this is what you got You live with what you got Elixir that I’m mixing like I’m in the kitchen whipping rock I’m in the spot like the middle of a prison box And you ain’t nothing to the planet but a little dot Suddenly hit the water like the line that’s on a fishing rod Simple thoughts got me itching like the chicken pox Knitted socks, with fingers tryna scratch a lotto ticket off When I made it I was getting all the b**hes off See I was faded, now I’m counting up the minutes lost I throw 'em back like opponents hit a homer My mind, it holds explosion like a pose that's on a poster I’m out the holster with it I overdid it like the way the rollercoaster spinning Homie, that’s inertia I’m the moon to the sun how I birthed ya Turn ya, back to ya old ways, reverse ya Curse ya, witchcraft You get nothing but a whole lot of nothing With your mothaf**in' b**h a** You simple as a whistle, never pick a side sh**, you always in the middle, never down to ride I was high like I'm born to fly I never die, I’m immortalized Here before ya eyes Lord of the flyest, I is your highness And no diamond when it shine ultraviolet You on your bullsh**, I’m on a**ignment And I be on it like a stylus on a PalmPilot I’m God’s finest work, this way beyond timeless Copped the new presidential Rollie, keep the watch silent 'Cause everybody ticking me off I got the world with her legs open, licking the box, sh** She home wet, sweatin' me for phone s** Don’t stress, daddy'll be home soon And a**ume I’m down low with the post moves I come through and hit the hole like Jones Drew, yeah My old chick is old news But add fuel to fire, what I won’t do So, I just kick it with the homies like I’m supposed to And we go back like old hoops Well, this the cold cold feeling Bone chillin', borderline dope dealing I’m going up with no ceiling, sh** Out of body, got my soul swimming And no different, good head keep my toes twitching You know Larry been fishing since he in the womb This the scoop up the Big Dipper, you the little spoon Went from invisible to minuscule To invincible, dancing with the business moves I made a million and it k**ed me My second million got me mothaf**ing filthy You ain’t nothing till you die and come back to life iller They haven’t made a mothaf**er realer, Mr. Miller, yeah