[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Think I can see a fucking halo
About to meet my maker
Brought a double cup of Drano
Some Soda for the flavor uncontrollable behavior
With some psychopathic tendencies
Lonely as your neighbors with the bitches, he got special needs
Word to my denim fiends, I’m Kennedy on ecstasy
My flavor from the nature, need an acre or my recipe
They got my soul, bu I don’t let them take the rest of me
My melody, a little like Kenny G’s, it’s heavenly
And my denim tailored, me and Action rapping
I’ll be fucking with the fader, sipping mind eraser
Actually, we rapping for the fuck of it
Taking money from you, gonna smack you out in public
We the republican government, abundance of substance
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