Annotate [Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Eating shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca
Bumping Flocka, $#&@ the drama,

!#)#'s been as calming as the $#&@ing Dalia Lama
Your style common as a little league sponsor from a 'tarded kid's father
I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt,
This the same effect and less words
Chilling with this $$#hole, he call himself Sweatshirt

I think this might be some of my best work
I let these (*##$es dive in, but it's head first,
Applying pressure when I put together letters

I'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a (*##$ down with my scepter
These Findi treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in Alaska,
Your raps are as corny as Nebraska

Lacka-daisical bars, my throw aways will trash ya
High as NASA on acid, acid tone,
Acid foam, talking trash like John McEnroe

You a little (*##$ with the $#&@ing cabbage patch flow
Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult off
Up above my castle's moat, right into my $#&@ing throne

This man is dapper, manufactured in hell
You candy rappers got damn disasters, myself, I'm chilling
Club house, in demand, passwords, surveillance can't infiltrate

This type of lifestyle that one simulates
My (*##$es great, had a dinner date with William Gates
He took her to his big estate, the (*##$ flipped the safe

Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate
Handed me the money, started sucking me off
This is a full blown virus, we don't $#&@ with a cough

Made money off the white without touching the soft, I'm in there
Million dollars, I been there, 'bout a few times
Mulan, she on the futon, tryna do lines,

This coup-I'm; in, highway about a buck fifty
Middle finger out the window, who wanna $#&@ with me?
I'm told dimes at Howdy's, stop popping mollies

Tryna blow up and die: some real kamikazes
Young fisherman sinking in Lake Michigan
Innocence, voice of an angel, so Minnie Riperton

Exquisite (*##$, getting lit, live from the Wimbledon
Still sinning this ill pimping is Bill Clinton
She butt-naked swimming, I'm paying for no attention

Workaholic, got a tv show
I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme
Sanitary birth, watch a bee get buried in the hurst

See, I kill myself
Mac hippie !@#^og, you rap midi, turn the camera's off, I make you snap and slap your bandana off
Your (*##$ greet me like I'm Santa Clause, mouth water

High as a satellite, see,
I'm in ancient Greece, getting head from Aphrodite
Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's acting like me

I set the bar high,
This a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde,
In plaid pants, hit a hole-in-one on the Par 5

Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive
These hoes thirsty, see the dick and they [?]
The raw fapper, baby forehead autographer

On top Saturn, I'm sending shots from my rocket blaster
Believe me this is where geniuses live,
It's most dope, be holier than all of Jesus's kids

But we speaking to heathens and all these even Stevens who don't need a reason,
Just want a (*##$ that they can feed with !@&(
Don't even sleep [?] goin' keep me dreaming, I'm faded

Been in Cali a little too long, it got me jaded
Hit Japan and I'm Instagraming camera shy samurais
$#&@ing up a germ beat, teach you how to vandalize

The bandana Santana tied,
My sound amplified
Screams from Kenny Woods still Phantom ride

My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size
They over!@#^yze everything I fantasized
We could have a conersation, we could pantomine

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine
This life a prison, time to set you free
Watching movies in silence, describing what I see

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