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[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Said this a hit of liquid heroin Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin 'Til one of us leave in an ambulance Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes You ain't gon' live till you die Intelligent b*tch on my side She b*tching, I'm spitting habitual lies I hit her up when my jet land Got a swisher tucked in my headband Front page news, I'm young Jesus Eating bagels with no cable on, Been f*cking hoes since when Mase was on, I hope that Basedgod hears my prayers One day you're here, the next day you're gone So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z's lawn Some dope rap on your ho ass, Tony Womack Don't hold back, or feed your girl Cognac, Meet a b*tch, sleepin' with her, feverish, keep a chick, Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a list, Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a Fisker I could pull your b*tch with a whisper and diss her, Dumbass ho She only dumb cause she love that though Somewhere getting high reading, Juxtapoz I hit her up, she come through and watch Adjustment Bureau SongtexteMoms love me cause I'm so commercial I f*ck 'em raw cause I know they fertile In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece Hotel lobbies playing Fur Elise I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules Slap a b*tch in the mouth if she curse at me I said Josh's beard is like Paul Revere When he walk in the room it's like God is here I'm at a prop shop in Montauk throwing tomahawks At civilians... I'm chillin' [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I'm on the monitor n*gga She taking it like a champ And I'm proud of her n*gga I'm on the couch where that loud is burning I'm shouting, "I don't f*ck with you" Cause I don't, never love a ho But we could play doctor, ma Open wide for the thermometer Your cow girl's crotch riding With a clean, faded fro, lopsided Tell the label that I want a white driver And tell him give me space, I don't know that n*gga Bold ass little f*ckin' low class villain Whole van tinted, nope can't kill him It's the Trashwang n*gga, that's what's up Half pint of hope in that plastic cup Real n*gga from the start till the casket shut Present his own case as a basket one Present-day based n*gga, smack the judge Riding with them same n*ggas ashin' blunts While that bass make his face like he mad or somethin' Slide in the safe, take the cash and run Know that if he fake I'm harrassin' him Took the big toe so they tagged the tongue Out here stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust Pipe only spirit that I hold in the dark It's Wolf Gang b*tch like you know these paws Living like it's '62 Spit and grip my genitals My b*tch to split the swisher My n*ggas split the residuals [Outro (x2)] Aye, marijuana fields Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott Heron while we pill pop Errand run and kill cop N*ggas know I feel not For 'em, stop b*tching Stare and get that grill knocked Open Aus Songtexte Mania