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4 am off the dome freestyle - mac miller lyrics

blowed
uh

(verse)
see them thinking that i’m tonight’s entertainment
i’m insane with the brain just like lil wayne
cuz now i’m stumbling
my rhythms a little bit off*key
so i think that they lost me
i’m hanging with the posse
we at the party and you sitting in the lobby
and you looking pretty sloppy
see a lot of people always try and boss me around
thinking i’m a cat that don’t get tossed in the crowd
but now i’m out, loud
spitting out the mind
when i’m tickling the twine how i’m twisting up the dime, all up to a swisher
got some liquor and some beer, and it’s clear that i’m right here
full release thе year that i’m gone
sing along cause my song got it going on
brеak of dawn till the early morn
i be right up back my rap sh*t
when i smack you backwards
and cats is annoying, destroying self*employing
up on this rap sh*t
but these tactics is on some wack sh*t
and i’ma always bout the real, keeping it a hundred percent
and let it get wet, but anyways people talk about the tech and the disrespect
while i sit back, pop in a bean, and smoke a cigarette
but it ain’t the same sh*t
when you hit the deck, my flows too amazing
bj it is brazing, and any girls they right back to the afro
and ‘fo sho’, we back
and that’s why the class clown’s here for a bouta couple seconds
when i start wrecking people stepping from my presence
cuz when i walk in the room everybody stop talking
they jaw’s dropping
everybody see they not an option cuz it’s just me, the world, and everybody
against it, plus my homie who i’ve always been friends with
i repent sh*t, it’s hard in the struggle
you always gotta hustle cuz it’s living like a jungle
people is lions and tigers and bears and i’m really scared
but i ain’t scared no beware
cause mac is here, yeah
and i got my man, deets and beats
on the sweet feet, pistol pete is never gon get sick of me
check the history i’m always real with what i do
i appeal all these cats who be sipping down the brew, or the cats who in the streets cuz i’m just spitting my sh*t
you gotta love it, ain’t getting rid of this sh*t cuz i’m back and i’m gon stick
so haters run away, some will ride the gun and spray
while others blunts and haze, rolled up
i’m so tough in my clothes scuffed, your flows but if you thinking so what
cuz i ain’t listening, i be thinking on my own
drinking when i hit her with the bone
see she hit up on my phone, and i answer
tell ’em need it she a cute mommy, nice body, a dancer
i’ma romancer, i head up to the crib, be a gentleman
of course she let’s me in
we let the s*x begin, and stop talking
then i’m out, before the breakfast i start walking
out the door, heading to the elevator, my phone ringing by some b*tches, i got h*lla haters
but i don’t care i just keep my mind moving
and this the type of freestyle, roll some weed to it, cuz i think it’s never gon be finished
i’m in it, this sh*t’s gon go on for about twenty minutes
and if the money’s in it then i’ma get it
never spend it if you, relentless, attempts
that this lil mischievous sh*t, will not hit the flip the bic*blah
when i stumble, but sh*t’s too easy to kid on and never mumble
i’m humble, but now i need a drink of water

- mac miller lyrics

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