| I do not own this. All Credit goes to Mac Miller, TreeJTV, Rostrum Records, ID Labs. (Lyrics) Uh let me get, uh turkey sandwich Uh, lettuce, tomato (bitch) My name Mac Miller, who the fuck are you? Well my crew too live but I ain't Uncle Luke And I ain't no hipster, girl I can make your hips stir From Pittsburgh, smoke papers or a swisher Welcome to the Cam Rellim chronicles Looking out my monocle I'm dodging obstacles, I gamble like the Bellagio You cockroach, I'm heroin cause everything I talk is dope Type to leave it clean and fucking shiny word to Mop & Glo Tryin' to get a mansion ain't nobody here gonna find my room Money gonna be green I guarantee you that my socks stay blue So press play, I start from scratch and never use no template The next day these losers always goin' with whats trendy My pen game is something these motherfuckers have never seen All City Champion everybody is second string No need to testify (testify) for the best is I (best is I) And anybody in my way goin' to be left to die Imma feed the world you can put it on my tab Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back Anything you need you can find it at the market If you don't hold me down for all I care you can starve bitch Imma feed the world you can put it on my tab Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back Anything you need you can find it at the market Anything you need you can find it at the market I got my own stickers now so literally I'm everywhere Hundred ... |
