Mac Miller - Insomniak Lyrics
[Intro: Sample]Think for yourself and you'll find out that a lot of those so-called authorities are bullshit[Verse 1: Mac Miller]I'm the motha*****in' greatest, y'all don't know that yetI don't need your money, you can hold that checkAt the crib in some Polo sweatsI don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't getI'm on my worst behaviorBad side piece with the perfect flavorMotha*****as never loved usComin' for your money, motha*****a, don't trust usYou ain't shitBought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brickI don't want nothin' with your doo-doo cliqueTreat her like a dog, how I do that *****Done doin' promoAnd it's still motha*****in' Most DopeMade a couple million off a brand, motha*****aWe ain't even got a logo*****, you better have my money(I stay feelin' myself)I don't see anybody but me(Man I'm killin' myself)And this shit too realSee a motha*****a like me gettin' moneyHow does it feel?Already been, but I'm back for moreInsomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress forInsomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress forDon't sleep![Hook: Mac Miller]I'm an insomniac, a motha*****in' insomniac(Don't try to sneak around me)I'm an insomniac, a motha*****in' insomniac(So don't try, don't try to sneak around me)I'm an insomniac, a motha*****in' insomniacI'm an insomniac, a motha*****in' insomniac(Oh, hello Q)[Verse 2: Mac Miller]Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, same thingI might need to cave the factChain reactions happen when I make a pactA psycho, God made me thatCause I fade to black and gets down like a plane attackYou motha*****as just made me lapHa ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not panicLet me see how loud you scream (AHHH!)I'm off the map, motha*****as start lookin'But they're never gonna see where I beShe only speak FrenchSaid "***** look, don't try and speak around me"I don't sleep at allIf you with that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved, shitI could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a teeFearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, GretzkyTake your *****, Joe Pesci, don't test meDon't flex if you don't got shit on meAnd you ain't got shit on me, come get it(Come get it, come, come get it, come)Drawer full of fresh whitesSnow bag full of unleadedI don't get enough creditDon't sleepThey've done *****ed up, han?The biggest bezzle, han?The don, Ricky Farrakhan(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)[Verse 3: Rick Ross]My weed burnin', my chain glitterHe's self made, Mac Miller my real nigga***** who don't like, ***** come see me***** who don't like, hitta, hitta, hittaGettin' money so complicatedI'm the shit, I'm constipatedYo baby momma, straight GLet me use the crib to mail all the weedCalifornia, AtlantaWhite girl in the black PhantomMy top down, mid-DecemberRide with a big black fat niggaKrispy Kreme, then it's chicken wingsIntroduce you, different thingsJet skis and the best weedThink it's fake? ***** test meI'm jetlagged, don't need a stylistPants sag, Jimmy FallonBlowin' green in the green roomDef Jam like Baous really wildin'Yeah they hate but won't box a niggaBought the estate from a boxin' niggaParanoid, I'm walkin' 'roundI'm butt ***** with my chopper, niggaHahahahahaI'm butt ***** with my chopper, nigga[Hook: Mac Miller]I'm an insomniac, a motha*****in' insomniac(Don't try to sneak around me)I'm an insomniac, a motha*****in' insomniac(So don't try, don't try to sneak around me)I'm an insomniac, a motha*****in' insomniacI'm an insomniac, a motha*****in' insomniac(Oh, hello Q)
