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Mac Miller

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(intro)
I made this beat
Uh,
Yeah
Alright and then i wrote to it to
So it go like this
Its like
Real late and germs tryin to get home
So imma try and one take a mothefuking song

(verse)
When you first start rapping everybody curious
Then you make it happen and everybody furious
Young kid courteous, dont know where the worry is
Wanna be buried in my pittsburgh jersey bitch
Nobody certain if you gonna make it
Life give you some hurtin and gonna hate it
Sometimes it leave you cold and it leave you naked
But, one thing for certain ima leave it fate is
Still young but i wonder when my time gon' be up
When my time come ima smile and peace up
Shorty sipping forties hanging out by the tree stump
So germ and me started making hits and it occurred to me
You didn't have to be like 33 to start earning cheese
With uncertainty, in for eternity
A lot of style , little money and some purple weed
Me and my queen my girl, not freddy mercury
Cause first you work for free, anything to get noticed
Staying focused cause bullshiting was hopeless
So treat yourself like a damn professional
Your first music check , damn incredible
Every day feel like the best day ever
Til every day feel like the best day ever
And you used to them days, kinda become a routine
You have it bad, wouldnt fuck up a good dream
You realize that youll probably be away when
All the people die and you never get to say
Everything you always wanted to but never got the chance to
Start to weigh you down, what can a a man do
I could've stayed around, probably can
Sold a couple of shows, spend the last 2 years being dumb on the road
I guess, havent got to spend too much in a home
Time is what you make it
But playa dont be mistaken
All of your shit get taken,
Broken beaten and wasted
Still i wouldnt trade it , now it's 5 oclock
But my mind wont stop
Ive been thinking bout life pourin' syrup in pop
Smoking cigarettes, its like im really trying to die
Trying to keep my head on my shoulders
But my mind in the sky
Im that moment when a gazelle and a lion collide
Im a burned down building with a diamond inside
Yup, independent platinum ,wish you well passing
Jewelry out of the ice age, bitch outta maxim
I be right in this shit and just relaxin
Let the time start passin'

(outro)
Yeah
So i just made this motherfuckin' beat
Decided i just was uh gonna rap on it too
Its late ,yup yup, took my chains off to rap this song
Wow,almost dropped my big chain
Who ever thought that id be standing in a booth with a big chain
Psych im joking i dont got another verse
Alright peace

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