[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
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Passport, filling it up with stamps
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Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan
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She keep on asking for a rack so I ran
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Looking back, like you can't see who I am
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Think my bitch don't know me no more
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Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more
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If money buy you love, then love's not enough
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So tell my why you on your knees crying to the floor
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If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right?
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The clouds are gray but would you pay the price to paint them white?
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Might have a baby on the way, cause I been going in raw
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It feels better, that real pleasure
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I'm not real, I think I never was
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I get a rush every time she let me get a touch
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I need to feel that (love)
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I need to feel that (pain)
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My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain)
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I keep my head up (high)
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A little fed up (lies)
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They always tell me where my mind is on this LP
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I don't exist
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Hieroglyphics
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Pyrotechnics
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Metaphysics
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Telekinetics put 50k on my credit card
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Looking for answers, I'm searching but I ain't getting far
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Let's get it on, I'm real like Tenenbaums in Lebanon
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Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone
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[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
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Point me to the road, and I'ma run it
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Bloodhound with my nose to the money
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Ain't fucking with these hoes
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Getting duckets 'til I die
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While my foes busy running, fuck it
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Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toast it in public
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Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle
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Like who didn't test yet? Test this
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Few new rules in effect, bitch
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[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
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See this a rather spooky action movie
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Roll it up and pass it to me
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Hashing booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie
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See a creature, ass beauty
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Need a feature, rather shoot me
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Truly bitches must have them bad jeans in bag of Coogi
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Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming
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Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming
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Back to doing cash pursuing
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Posted up like Patrick Ewing
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Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two
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These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship
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Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it
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Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices
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Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly
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He and I are not the same
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Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain
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Money in machines, those will make you change
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If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain
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But I can't complain
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[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
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Point me to the road, and I'ma run it
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Bloodhound with my nose to the money
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Ain't fucking with these hoes
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Getting duckets 'til I die
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While my foes busy running, fuck it
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Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toast it in public
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Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle
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Like who didn't test yet? Test this
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Few new rules in effect, bitch
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I'm Not Real
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| Mac Miller |
