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MAC MILLER lyrics : "Diablo"

[Verse 1:]
It's the, rap diablo, Macho when I drop flows
Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo

Colder than [?], colder than the mano
Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono
I go, play a couple keys on the piano

The industry a lie all the promises were hollow
Follow, me I could show you where we be's at
How's I get my g pass, none of your fvcking beeswax

Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap
Fvck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at
The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them

Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium
Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Men

I ain't saving nothin'
I'm gettin' faded to the angels come and skipping the famous functions
The A list can't be trusted

I strong arm them like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my (*##$ if she don't love me then just lie to me

I'm finer than the winery
Take it from the rich this is piracy
Finally, I don't even need my fvcking eyes to see

Come and die with me
[Hook:]
Cus everybody got dead homies

Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies

[Verse 2:]
My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah
These other rapper just a diet soda

I find Jehova in the darkest places
Empty as appartment ba!@&(ts
This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races

Save the coffin spaces
Don't come up missing
Tell your (*##$ you've been trippin' now you on vacation

Rapping like it's automated
Lights I keep em' on like Vegas
Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hard to bacon

Only god can save him, I heard the monsters made him
I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations
Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD

Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be
You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks
(*##$ I never miss a beat I'm Charlie [?]

[?] in these streets
Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete
Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history

Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me
Running to the underworld with guns and set the centers free
No (*##$es in my circle I'm a show you the commercial

I've been popping like a colonel
Reading Justin Beiber's journal
Treat you like a urinal

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