Mac Miller - Polo Jeans lyrics

(feat. Earl Sweatshirt) [Verse 1: Mac Miller] I give no f**s when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my b**h that I f**ing own her My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a f**ing soldier So cold bro f** pneumonia, all my b**hes got love for Sosa, I just wanna f** Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might k** them Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows Just went through the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm f**ing high We publicize, when the sun go down I come alive Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time Blaow [Hook: Mac Miller] This another motherf**ing rap song Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long Spent all my cash on a broken dream Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean All I got's this mansion and this potpourri But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper And lately, I don't like sh**, I been inside on the daily Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullsh** As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes I do this sh** out of spite cause there's n***as that overlooked me forever I'm more content with dark and stormier weather Flip the f**ing cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a p**y, p**y Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him With a couple n***as, weighing sess like it's a lot options 15 on me for soda and swishers And who's the sh**, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser? I'm over b**hes trying to act like I owe 'em a picture Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol Listen, ST was the older initials Been rap game tighter than boa constricters Rolling stoned like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as Disclosing my f**ing home location to total strangers No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink Cashing out off the garments, the artist, f** what you think The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift [Hook: Mac Miller]