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love me again - mac miller lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, okay
uhm, raps are on hurricane
they don’t know my, they don’t know my, they don’t know my b*tch’s name
i wasn’t dealing ‘caine, homie i was doing ‘caine
now i meditate, and i’ll be back like a boomerang
there’s blood running through my old jewish veins
super saiyan, who’s the man?
mac miller ‘til the land
and don’t ask, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout wiz khalifa
if you ask, he prolly’ didn’t either
yeah, misdemeanor, we ain’t worried ‘bout it, keep it moving
mayan every city, we ain’t leave it ruined
i had dreams before nightmares
you worriеd about the future homie, еverything was right there
polo shorts still hang low tho’
i still got a beer in my hand, i’m still dressing like a hobo
it’s a motherf*ckin’ gangster party
smoking weed, preaching freedom like my name was marley
yeah, in god we trust
i’m still a kid, treat the world like toys “r” us
gimme’ that, gimme’ this, gimme’ more
gimme’ sh*t i never had, gimme’ sh*t i had before
uh, want all the information
i’m at the studio, i keep all my b*tches waitin’
i keep all my b*tches waitin’
yeah, i keep all my*
[chorus]
said b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
these b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
these b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
(oh my god, god d*mn!)
yeah, these b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
these b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
these b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
(this (?) not your man)

[verse 2]
yeah, uh
why you talking about profit?
just made about a hundred stacks on a audit
i can see the ocean while i’m sitting in my office
and i can see the future, it exists in my subconscious
oh, i had it, then i lost it
i’ve been through weed, lean, and cocaine, now i’m an alcoholic
yeah, motherf*cker it’s about time
my brother honking on the h*rn, he in the car outside
got a meeting with my b*tch, and i don’t want to go
but everybody gotta’ clean her dirty laundry tho’
a little soup for the soul, they not like crackers
kids use their parents money, they like white rappers
so many potholes in the ‘burgh roads
(i’ve waited so long)
now it’s my turn tho’
godd*mn, why you so impatient?
i keep all my b*tches waitin’
[chorus]
said b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
these b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
these b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
(oh my god, god d*mn!)
yeah, these b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
these b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
these b*tches love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
(this (?) not your man)

- mac miller lyrics

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