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low wages - mac miller lyrics

[intro]
yeah
i eat people, haha

[verse 1]
okay, well, i been around, tasted all the honey in the beehive
i be’s at the course by 9 to catch my tee time
the ‘burgh is where i reside, the incline, the decline
this world so black and gray, i color me mind
everything will be fine, they just a little behind
i’ve been wantin’ this since i was knee high
i see why it’s dangerous, i did it all ableist
volcanic eruption, the combustion spontaneous, don’t play with this
fire, bad b*tches in the pedigree
murdеr was a case the p*ssy gave mе, that’s a felony
black belt, tenth degree
all on the amphetamines, but kicked the habit
was livin’ fast, but now i sit in traffic
my d*ck elastic, stretch for b*tches if they win the pageant
kickin’ ass and takin’ names, this is magic
the message is inside of flow that’s cold as everest, not the college
i’m a modern*day nostradamus
skipped the b*st*rds, said f*ck it, went and got my masters
that’s the green coat, i’m stackin’ money by the c note
if that p*ssy on lock, i put it in the key hole
yeah, i’m talkin’ home depot
[refrain]
that b*tch do a lot of work, low wages
yeah, that b*tch do a lot of work for low wages

[verse 2]
yeah, okay, i’ma go for mine, you should go for yours
b*tch, i got ten million in my vocal chords
make another couple m’s when i go on tour
i know the lord, he showed me heaven, then he closed the door
this mathematics, i’m the illest in the apparatus
f*ck a status, rappers worry way too much, that’s f*ckin’ tragic
takin’ all the medicine right from the cabinet, a little loony
the truman show, i’m in a movie
b*tch groupies, tell ’em, “give it to me”
but i’m a dog, be sure i’m sniffin’ booty
i need all the wh0res, that’s what the alcohol is for
i never went to college, if i did, i woulda dropped out
puttin’ boxin’ gloves on, knockin’ cops out
but i’m white, i’ll only go to jail tonight, yeah
it’s the most dope summer, ’cause everybody else is gettin’ stone cold stunner’d
so, it’s “f*ck the world” with a polo rubber on
tell your mother, tell your sister they can come along
k!ll her when i’m comin’ strong, familiar like your uncle john
i tell these motherf*ckin’ busy bees, “buzz along”

[refrain]
that b*tch do a lot of work, low wages
yeah, that b*tch do a lot of work for low wages
yeah, that b*tch do a lot of work, low wages
low wages, low wages

- mac miller lyrics

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