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MAC MILLER lyrics : "Gees (ft Schoolboy Q)"

[Verse 1]
Uh, ignorant-ass white kid
But I'm still bicycling and recycling

And I'm still eating Gummy Bear vitamins
All my (*##$es taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
Hyper than Williams' middle son, since I was

A little one, moms had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums

All the best rappers are usually dead
But I'm the poison that left a widow Juliet
In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads

Coming up with all the coldest %#@!, take your Sudafed
Contagious, speaking while sedated
God %#@!, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the Bible

I ain't got nothing left in my will
'cept throw it all in the casket, it's mine still
I need some backpack cast raps

Took a break just to kill the game half-ass
Set some rat traps, went to take a cat nap
Woke up, threw the dead bodies in the trash bags

Act polite, but I'm nasty on the mic
Your (*##$ don't want my dick, then she has to be a !@()
Slap her but she like it, tell me, "Master, feed me pipe"

I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini type, (*##$

[Hook]

Suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees


[Verse 2]
Still $#&@ing with these hoes, though
Ozo on these doppelgänger Jojos

Take a (*##$ to Soho for some Froyo
Tell her she gone blow it, Romo
And now I'm out in Cali like Tone-Lōc

Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk
No joke, most dope, you just bowl smoke
How much !@%!e you got to sell to make a boat float?

Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they tell me "No more"
I'm a highly difficult ropes course
Pulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horse

Say "What's up?" to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche
Who you kidding? Your flow's warshed
I ain't from the street but I'll grill you from the porch

I been had hoes, I play sports
Her $$# out the bottom of her shorts


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]

Black James Bond in a white shaft
Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream
Flashy as high beams, smoking on good weed

Something from kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OG's
I'm rich car service, no car keys
First class flight, 'bout to land on a new (*##$

She $#&@ me and swallowed every homie I came with
MCM bag and ^!$$%, bet some weed in it
200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all living

Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is that?
I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack
Quarter million in a safe in case I get a case

!@^#got-ass judge hating on me cause my money straight
Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states
Gone name my next tour Million-Man March

Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf
She gave me head, my nuts touched her cross, boss, Figg side


[Hook]

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