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MAC MILLER lyrics : "I'm Not Real"

[Verse 1: Vinny Radio]
Passport, filling it up with stamps
Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan

She keep on asking for a rack so I ran
Looking back, like you can't see who I am
Think my (*##$ don't know me no more

Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more
If money buy you love, then love's not enough
So tell my why you on your knees crying to the floor

If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right?
The clouds are gray but would you pay the price to paint them white?
Might have a baby on the way, cause I been going in raw

It feels better, that real pleasure
I'm not real, I think I never was
I get a rush every time she let me get a touch

I need to feel that (love)
I need to feel that (pain)
My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain)

Keep my head up (high)
A little fed up (lies)
They always tell me where my mind is on this LP

I don't exist
Hieroglyphics
Pyrotechnics

Metaphysics
Telekinetics put 50k on my credit card
Looking for answers, I'm searching but I ain't getting far

Let's get it on, I'm real like Tenenbaums in Lebanon
Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone


[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Point me to the road, and I'mma run it
Bloodhound with my nose to the money

Ain't $#&@ing with these hoes
Getting duckets 'til I die
While my foes busy running, $#&@ it

!#)# smoke in my stomach, toast it in public
Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle
Like who didn't test yet? Test this

Few new rules in effect, (*##$

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

See this a rather spooky action movie
Roll it up and pass it to me
Hashing booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie

See a creature, $$# beauty
Need a feature, rather shoot me
Truly (*##$es must have them bad jeans in bag of Coogi

Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming
Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact $$#uming
Back to doing cash pursuing

Posted up like Patrick Ewing
Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two
These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship

Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it
Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices
Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly

He and I are not the same
Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain
Money in machines, those will make you change

If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain
But I can't complain


[Hook]


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