Mac Miller - Bill Lyrics
[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]And he’s still so delusionalStupid low as burials at funerals*****ed the fame, dropped an albumDipped with the recoupablesMy hoodie up, hide my face cause I ain’t not good enoughMy ***** stay my *****, so don’t lookShe keep that ***** tuckedNow things are looking upRecommend the mescaline digesting your intestinesWith intentions of a section? upHeavens no, my head is high cause hell is coldThe ***** I’m smashing into fashionBut I know the devil wear a leopard coatBack when Johnny Carson was dicking down Dolly PartonBeg your pardon this my third lifeI’m parking on the turnpikesSearching for the circus lightsThese demons never worked for ChristAin’t *****in with no churches, we was all about that murder lifeSamurai, murk you like you sure I’m niceSyrup turn to purple Sprite, you find that shit that we already knowSick of politickin, as they talkin, trying not to listen[Hook]On the real young goon?Real young goonI’m a real young goon[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]It’s the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV parkSo holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, niggaSalty tee off with us just know that T brought villainMy nigga we all itching to see you dropI don’t wanna chop it up never fronted like I’m the nicestFaze him not the slightest, aim stainless tour your irisTake paper out your pocket, as sure as Toyo tires roundThat *****ing little schisty clown is back in full effectLittle teeny tiny Sweat, he biting *****es by the neckGot my *****ing dick as long as lists of shit I should regretI’m just a little bit depressed that’s why the winter fit him bestI guess a little biased to the cold, mix the Ritalin and sessBecause I like the highs and lows and I also like the checksThat I’m siphoning from shows, ***** and triple six the setRun it back, tight as Corey Duffel pantsDoing niggas dirty as the mother*****ing plunging capMy main and my ex screaming like it’s a habitI move immune in between ‘em because I’m diplomaticCatch me in your city passive, cleaning up my shitty actAnd *****es say them gritty raps be making up for shit he lackingSixes and them kitty cats that got him missing Jerry’s ThomasBurpin’ words that’s hotter than the pocket where he carry chronicVery awesome so spare the comments, I’m bi-coastalPaid and chugging forties you niggas can keep your wine toastedNo high, no moving in that fine dutty wine motionLoad and tell a cop to suck a dick with my fly open, nigga[Verse 3: Bill]Look, ***** these writtenI don’t watch 106 and ParkI skate through the park in my 106sSmoke blunts in the dark with some porno *****esYou just see the spark in the blunts like I’m porno flickinGot the hormones tripping, I’m also drippingDaily breads tatted on my chest and my torsoAnd it’s never gonna fade and like me eyesSo I got trip like… eyes wider than OhioI’m going global, what you ain’t a local?Going postal if you think we won’t go through what you won’t doWatch the throne mutha*****a cause we noted youOlder school Most Dope solider I got the pro with toolsMe and Clock get it in like we supposedJust don’t act like you know us when you see us getting over viewsYou’re older news, I choose to move over youI watch like a boat, now I’m colder than a frozen youYou don’t know where we’re going so just hold the newsI never got over fake rappers and the overviewI’m not a rapper, I’m just scolding youSo go home, we folded youLike Wallace, I’m just holding you[Outro]You can’t see me, when I’m rollingI got that weed nigga, so I’m swervingNiggas know me in the hoodNiggas call me Tina TurnerRoll a… and get turnt upNigga we burnin, ***** nigga
