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One, two, three, pop, popOne, two, three, pop, popOne, two, three, pop, popMr. DavisOne, two, three, pop, pop (Okay)Yeah (Woo)Okay, okay (Yeah)Okay, okay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay-kay (Woo)Okay, okay, yeah, umSnowflakes keep fallin' on my expired debit cardsDon't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrowMissiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regularI never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra car(Skrt)My pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marksAnd every day, it's full of jokers like a deck of cards (Hahaha)Swear I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome piece(Dome piece)But I'm not the devil, I'm a motherfuckin' minotaurOh my God, look at how upset you are'Cause we out here winnin'brought my dogs from out the reservoir (Hoo!)And I'ma let 'em bark, before you ready, my set will startWe forgot our roots before and trust methings, they fell apartWash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heartMy conscious so weakI need to split it up in seven parts (Okay)Revis brought me out to Cali for the first timeWent to Amar'e's partytook tequila shots with Kevin Hart (Ah)But Kevin don't remember thatI saw him at the VMAs, told a joke, he never laughed (Um)The rap diablo, "free your mind" my mottoAnd we all gon' be good if TreeJayever hit the lotto (We mu'fuckin' rich!)So arigato, shit, you know I'm world-famousAnd R. Kelly been told methat I'm the world's greatest (You're the world's greatest!)But still to fall in love is like an orgasm'Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake itI'm always faded, gettin' shaded in the basementI just bought a cello, now all I do is play it (Play it)Thank God that I made it (Made it)ask Q where Dave is (Where is he?)He'll probably tell you that he rollin' midnights out in Vegas(Seven midnights!)Me? I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacentWear a suit to cash a check, we goin' to the banquet (Ching)And Jimmy got the burner (Bow) but he don't wanna murderAnd ClockWork is somewhere out in Swedenspeaking Danish likeHi Sven (Goddamn) isn't this your language?That man must be a alien, I really can't explain itShit, it's just a little cocaine sniff (snorts)But the lines longer than parades is (Ah) yeahI think it's time to give me all your praises (Praises)So I can get this money and give all the homies raises(Raises)My life is on these words, this is my affidavit (Wow)And if you want a legal battle, send your ass to David(That's my lawyer)Uh, I'm half-man, half-amazin'Probably half-God, but that don't fit my calculations(Don't make no sense)I know the planet Earth is 'bout to explodeKinda hope that no one save it, we only grow from anguish[Schoolboy Q & Mac Miller:]Yeah (Miller Mac) Miller MacHaha, yeah, these are my friends (Miller Mac)Miller Mac, Mac Miller, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)Mac, Mac, Mac, Miller Mac (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)Mac, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)Mac Miller, Mac Miller, Miller Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)Yeah, haha (Miller Mac) Miller MacI see you Mac, these are my friends(Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)[Mac Miller:]There's snowflakes fallin' on my debit cardSwear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever areIn this game of thronesit is known I got the 4G LTE connection barsNo control, fuck Ken' Lamar (Fuck you, Kendrick!)I don't vote, I never registered (Nah)But I'm a magnet for them zeroscall me Edward Sharpe (Woo!)I wake up feelin' dead, I need a fresher startSo me and Q put people on the label we don't remember(Ah, okay)Smiled as I saw Jerm nerdin' out with Josh BergTalkin' analog gear and drinkin' Arnold Palmer(Those are good)In the other room, watchin' C-Span with E. DanLayin' down a baseline, doin' drumswith his free hand (How the hell does he do that?)When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto RicanMy mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrowsI walked in, ready for them Sprewell braidsBut the lady said my hair was too short though (Aw) manI always thought my moms was the illest for that shit (Yah)Drivin' through the hood, she did not have a reaction (Skrt)With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlockedAnd drove by the 5-0 like "Fuck those cops! "Goddamn, it just don't stop (Nah)I know my father probably wish I would just smoke potMy grandma probably slap me for the drugs I got (Boy!)And I'm a crackhead but I bought her diamondswe love rocksA'ight[Schoolboy Q & Mac Miller:]Yeah (Miller Mac) Miller MacHaha, yeah, these are my friends (Miller Mac)Miller Mac, Mac Miller, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)Mac, Mac, Mac, Miller Mac (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)Mac, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)Mac Miller, Mac Miller, Miller Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)Yeah, haha (Miller Mac) Miller MacI see you Mac, these are my friends(Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)[Mac Miller:]Yeah, I've had the same outfit for six days straight (Gross)And still all these bitches will get in position'Cause I got their pussies all drippin' in paint (Woo)Somehow, I'm makin' this music, it's just to relate to(Damn, you're drownin'!) And I got the life raftain't gonna save youLook at my reflection (Whoa) I broke the mirrorIt's only for protection (Okay) shit keep gettin' weirder(Weirder)And I can't see a thing but (Whoa)things never been clearer (Yeah)Call the Mothman, it's Richard Gere(It's Richard motherfuckin' Gere!)Yeah, this is our yearLet's get fucked up and get the fuck up outta here (Be gone)I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere(E. T. , phone home)And lookin' down like, "We come in peace" (Oh, me too)Yeah, I told Will and Bill they need to kick the habit(Put it down)We on the same trip, we just got different baggage(That trip was brown)Parks spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit(Grape juice!)We were just some motherfuckin' kids (Woo)[Schoolboy Q & Mac Miller:]Yeah (Miller Mac) Miller MacHaha, yeah, these are my friends (Miller Mac)Miller Mac, Mac Miller, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)Mac, Mac, Mac, Miller Mac (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)Mac, Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)Mac Miller, Mac Miller, Miller Mac, Mac (Miller Mac)Yeah, haha (Miller Mac) Miller MacI see you Mac, these are my friends(Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)
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