MAC MILLER


Lost Lyrics

I'm gone
Cool, got a blunt, gonna roll up two
Don't panic cause I'm a take over this planet
They running this shit cut like a bandage
On your man and all up on your band
With no beaver but god damn it
This sour I smoke enhance it
Got a helicopter, where should I land it
Been searching but can't find it
The things I do is timeless
Where the fuck did this kid find this rhyme shit
Hit line piff
Always see me chillin' with a fine bitch
Let her show me where her mind is
In silence it's private so silence
With a Bentley and a big backyard
Friendly but a big red-star

Smoke dubs so much to toke up out of basic art
Who may be in the mood for a doob
If I roll one of these cheese up boy you gotta roll one too
See I'm high but I'm stuck in school
Don't know what the fuck to do
Self made design my own mind look a pair of custom shoes
So keep em fresh please fend the ball about to weight an S-P
Kritsky less weak; your spittin; doesn't impress me
Yo' walking got two left feet
Drink vodka with my Pepsi; I'm drunk he's sober
I'm starting, he's over; red Rover, red Rover
You can't break down my wall
My hour is so sour so I ain't gonna answer calls
I'm lost

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