Mac Miller - I Come In Peace Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]Ok, it's the high flying, sky divingHoes tell me five diamonds, mine and whiningDropping gems with the finest timingI'm eating acid, start to burn away my stomach liningComing with that *****ing violenceWhere's chaos, love is silentMy mom should've had another sonMaybe that would make my crazy ass less troublesomeI come in peace, but unleash this *****ing beast inside meYou may need to CSI, investigate the scene when I leaveI start drinking whats inside my IVI'm poison ivy and my voice is whinyNew car, yeah my toys is shinyDrive it in the river, break the iceSkate Monongahela in the winterI'm a ninja, I might kick ya in your *****ing headThis is Pittsburgh, you lookin' like a *****ing guestI got a mayor *****ing *****es in the south-sideTell 'em they can get a job, just to open up your mouth wideYou Mrs. Doubtfire, fake ass *****I keeps it constipated, we don't take no shitNothing for these hoes, lego my eggo trickI'm a real a-hole, yeah okI'm with my *****, watching Scandal in some Gucci sandalsOr whatever's on the movie channelsI drink whisky, start puking on my stupid flannelPlot the tracing paper, I'm just tryna recreate a Van GoghThe devil can't know my plans for destructionThe angels get eliminated, process of deductionRed lights, rushing through it, noose like I'm RussianI paid a foreign nun to bring the drugs inI put the dope in the dumplings, the coke by the onionSnort so many lines, it's disgustingOpen up the blinds, see the white lightI'm getting wasted with a bum, start a knife fightPutting lights in my ***** bedDrink Windex and go and swallow a matchI got the right hypes, need to borrow some crackGot a problem with that?I'm doing drugs with the coastguardSmoke clouds coming through the sonarI can beat my own ass with a crowbar, cause I'm so numbI don't even know where my toes areThis is Mozart, dope artI'm gonna have a daughter, name her Rosa Parks[Interlude: Mac Miller]Dude you not from [?]You know what I'm saying, from PittsburgGet down there in the whiteDown there doing AlohasAnd choking off [?]You're not dying in the south-side, I don't see you[Verse 2: Mac Miller]Ok, look I said it, um, I'm a ***** ass *****That's why pre-teen girls be like "this that shit"But once they eighteen, they gon' kiss mac's dickGoddamn, I'm on some mismatch shitGod hate me, the devil don't like me eitherI'm posted up with a forty and a wife beaterMurder rappers, keep they bodies in the freezerSnort coke and have a minor seizureI'm lost in amnesia, threesomes with VenusAnd Serena, I can dream, huh?I really miss the lean, bruhBought my homie's team JordansNow they pitched an offer
