Mac Miller - America (feat. Casey Veggies & Joey Bada$$) [HIP-HOP ▲ WIKIPEDIA] | Текст песни

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• America (feat. Casey Veggies & Joey Bada$$) [HIP-HOP ▲ WIKIPEDIA]

In a room filled with holographic images
Path is limitless, that’s right ridiculous
Imma live forever cuz a legend never die
See the world assemble but complexin’ their design
I spent some time just thinkin’
Where did that get me?
High, more drinkin’
Now my head empty
So can it last a couple minutes more?
Pain a funny thing when you can’t figure out the source
Bear witness as I’m checking pictures off my hit list
Try and understand the fuckin’ message I encrypted
Ancient, halucinatin’ visions of utopia
Until I figure out the perfect world the lonely one
Never hold my tongue, vocal is a loaded gun
And Imma shoot somebody in the face if they’re too slow to run
Mac Miller I’m the only one
But I’m the coldest one, this is panamilion

Got my middle finger up with a cup
And a dutch, put his hands on my nuts
While I’m wild and out, bubbly
Welcome to America
Motherfucker, welcome to America x2

Still in a room filled with holographic images
Crushing information into powder then I’m sniffin’ it
Directly to my head, never sleep or use my bed
I learn that the future death of you adjusting to the fed
Might head to Budapest just to have a grimchy fest
Hop into a jag, get some rest to the things of stress
G this is what I do the best
Nothing that you got except the bullet gettin’ through my chest
Save hard, a brave heart, a warrior
I take caution, stay far from coroners
I heard some corny words said about my using dope
Talkin’ all that shit sounds exactly like a groupie hoe
Moscow, got you hooked, yellow roofie oh
First you lose you mind then you lose your soul
So what you talkin’ about? Given you’re out of options
American border, pipper but formal, above and beyond, Medal of Honor

Got my middle finger up with a cup
And a dutch, put his hands on my nuts
While I’m wild and out, bubbly
Welcome to America
Motherfucker, welcome to America x2

OG, live in Pittsburg, but I stutter
Said I’m on my way to Mac Miller
Comin’ up in a world full of killers
I’ll be shaded up, Dr Philip
With a girl that know we’re the killers
They don’t I called from the hit list
Sit on a map, we don’t know that
Release young rap, go ghettos of America
Bad chick get tossed around like the merry go
CV and Mac meezy takin’ off them PJ’s
We the future so every night is a new day
Sittin’ in the studio, chain on my hat low
Young visionaries and we sellin’ out the rap show
I can trigger the wave in my sleep
Name paved, I feel like I am engraved on the beat
Wake up sour, get paid and repeat
Spit one flow and got made on the streets
Welcome to the land where you never stay for free
Swag worth a mill, drive cass but the deal badges

Got my middle finger up with a cup
And a dutch, put his hands on my nuts
While I’m wild and out, bubbly
Welcome to America
Motherfucker, welcome to America x2

Now to drop hot shit, running out of patience nigger snot sick
Rolling up the dinkus loud playing over on rock 6
Rise to the top and top a change the glocks in the stock
Exchange that watch the price of the life on the block
Drop insane, you can’t stop this rain
Dope name drop in vane
In hells sides a lake from tropic strange towards aqua strange
Last week you was nothing right to this day
Everybody love him and chicks off the top the theme
So the top I aim, testin’ waters so up in the flow
No deal but flow so real keepin’ in the scoops
Sun got shine, now he said he said but he never did but no
Still facing als you would he the nigger once was slow
What you think I’m in this for? Won’t stop till the nigger who invented dope
In the flow we’ll be off by dropping cris in soap
Begging for forgiveness but the spinnin’s though
I’m record spittin’ in these flows
Got it up as this snotty up in the stow

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