Mac Miller - Bill lyrics

And he's still so delusional Stooping low as burials at funerals f**ed the fame, dropped an album Dipped with the recoupables My hoodie up, hide my face 'cause I ain't good enough My b**h stay my b**h, so don't look She keep that p**y tucked Now things are looking up Recommend the mescaline digesting your intestines With intentions of a section up Heavens no, my head is high 'cause hell is cold The b**h I'm smashing into fashion But I know the devil wear a leopard coat Back when Johnny Carson was dicking down Dolly Parton Beg your pardon this my third life I'm parking on the turnpikes searching for the circus lights sponsored links These demons never worked for Christ Ain't f**ing with no churches, we was all about that murder life Samurai, murk you like you sure I'm nice Syrup turn to purple Sprite, you find that sh** that we already know Sick of politicking, as they talking, trying not to listen On the real young goon Real young goon Real young goon Real young goon I'm a real young goon It's the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV park So holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, n***a Salty tee off with us just know that T brought villain My n***a, we all itching to see you dropped And I don't wanna chop it up, I never front like I'm the nicest Fame fazed, I'm not the slightest, aim stainless touch your iris Take paper out your pocket, just as sure as Toyo tires round That f**ing little schisty clown is back in full effect Little teeny tiny Sweat, he biting b**hes by the neck Got my f**ing dick as long as lists of sh** I should regret I'm just a little bit depressed, that's why the winter fit him best I guess I'm biased to the cold, I mix the Ritalin and sess Because I like the highs and lows and I also like the checks That I'm siphoning from shows, b**h and triple six the set Run it back, tight as Corey Duffel pants Doing n***as dirty as the motherf**ing plunging cap My main and my ex screaming like it's a habit I move immune in between 'em because I'm diplomatic Catch me in your city pa**ive, cleaning up my sh**ty act And b**hes say them gritty raps be making up for sh** he lacking Sixes and them kitty cats that got him missing Jerry's Thomas Burping words that's hotter than the pocket where he carry chronic Very awesome so spare the comments, I'm bi-coastal Paid and chugging forties you n***as can keep your wine toasted No high, no moving in that fine dutty wine motion Load and tell a cop to s** a dick with my fly open, n***a I got pennies for n***as I got pennies for n***as What's good, yeah, holla Between the two should know me Bought a n***a purse, I don't give a f** Work, b**h, yeah, b**h Look, f** these writtens, I don't watch 106 and Park I skate through the park in my 106s Smoke blunts in the dark with some p**no b**hes You just see the spark in the blunts like I'm p**no flicking Got the hormones tripping, I'm also dripping Daily breads tatted on my chest and my torso And it's never gonna fade and like me eyes So I got trip like Psilocybin, eyes wider than Ohio I'm going global, what you ain't a local Going postal if you think we won't go through what you won't do Watch the throne motherf**er 'cause we noted you Older school Most Dope solider I got the pro with tools Me and Clock will get it in like we supposed Just don't act like you know us When you see us getting over views You're older news, I choose to move over you I watch like a boat, and now I'm colder than a frozen you You don't know where we're going so just hold the news I never got over fake rappers and the overview I'm not a rapper, I'm just scolding you So go home, we folded you Like wallets, I'm just holding you You can't see me when I'm rolling I got that weed, n***a, so I'm swerving n***as know me in the hood n***as call me Tina Turner Roll a dub and get turnt up n***a we burning, b**h n***a