Mac Miller - Salamander Lyrics
Put your hands up if you feel like you a salamanderMe, me, meYou ain’t no human, you a salamanderPut your hands up if you feel likeYou a mother*****ing form of energyYou ain’t even, these electronsThese bones just keeping it all togetherWe full of spirits, lookAmerican born, welcome to my stomping groundsIn point breeze, where I used to walk around my father’s houseOlder brother used to always say I was adoptedConvinced I’m a Russian foster child my family forgot aboutCurious taller, such imaginationDidn’t had the patience to be top of the class at my graduationLittle pervert infatuated with masturbationCouldn’t wait to bust a nut, watch some porn and love the slutsRusty tempers and such, disgusting sleezy shit12 years old sexual deviant, got my penis licked in 7th gradeThought I was a man now,Couldn’t understand how my parents still thought I was a little kidI had the mind of a 109 year old elder manThe passion of the Christ and the memory of an elephantUsed to wander all bout heaven and hellWitnessed death at a young ageI said to myself, we all mortalsWe leave this world into eternal lifeOther kids of different religion wonder which person’s rightWorry bout your fate, no separation of church and stateYou be good, never break the law, you’ll see the pearly gates***** feeling soft, back to the diabolicalBinocular couldn’t see my skills, I’m way too I'll for thatI feel my raps will be underrated and underappreciatedUntil I pow, blow my brains outI need to stop paying attention to opinion shitI rather be the pen that come and sign your death certificateKill your career if you give me a yearThe x factor, whip my dick out, give Britney the spearGot some shit for your ears, it’s something to be excited aboutHere to give you industry critics some shit to write aboutMe or you, who got the nicer houseYou got a daughter of age, might have to pipe her nowIf sean price is mike Tyson nowI might as well turn my life aroundAnd check these fools like nike townBut what would have happen if mike would never bite em outI was blind, but I’m seeing like a psychic nowI know the future like AtlantaI knock it out the park like my name was joey randaBall like Miguel cabrerra or Garcia parisSaw the French Riviera in my camera panoramaThis radiation, sample the gammaI look like money whillie whips looks like a pandaWord, sinister, administer bits of comic lifeYou bullshit homie, go and get your economics rightHow many emcees wanna come and test meMy technique, weaving through this traffic on my jet skiI know that looks can be deceiving and my raps are so friendly, ah they’re so niceYeah my raps are so friendly, so politeHow many emcees wanna come and test meMy technique, weaving through this traffic on my jet skiI know that looks can be deceiving and my raps are so friendly, ah they’re so niceYeah my raps are so friendly, so polite
