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Colicchie

Class Acts

 

Class Acts

(album: The Last Eleven Years (Part 1) - 2017)


[Colicchie:]
Hold up now what the fuck is you telling me?
Five retail thefts and I almost caught a felony
Hedonistic writtens rather fine and so heavenly
It's in between my two ears so clear its where the Devil breathes
Sensor regret correct steps and I'll never forget
A pen, thoughts, a notebook, now my chemistry set
We claim to be ourselves, no identity theft
And if everyone's the realest, what percentage is left?
My life is getting busy call me Mr. on the go
I'm kicking vicious predictions and picking different roads
Keep the Mrs on her toes with kisses under mistletoes
We fighting wreck inside until officially the whistle blows
A thousand ain't enough for me of course I need more
The direction I was headed has ended I took a detour
I couldn't run that play I had to call an audible
My novel correlates to my chronicles now I'm plausible

From my block to your block, to saying I'm a sure thing
Once again she's out my life I'm watching as the door swings
Oh well I guess I'll take it as it comes
Ex heaven to smoking choking until I got some vacant lungs
No opinion here I'm giving you brass facts
The marijuanas prevalent having a last laugh
Imma give it to you straight pure crack and thats that
Me and Mac rap on tracks consider it some class acts

[Mac Miller:]
Hey
If you don't know me homie thats great
Cause I be travelin in and outta state
Trynna make a little bit of green paper
Following my dream yea this life gets better
But it ain't all what it seems
They say "Mac is a dollar gonna kill ya"
Trynna get the gold when they died I get the silver
And if you don't know me you oughta be familiar
The name Mac Miller from the home of the Steelers
With these weaves homie you should Cecilia
You don't know Pete Rock, you don't know Dilla
You don't know L, you don't know music
You don't really love this you kinda just use it
Trynna make a buck so you can get a car
Fuck a Saturn, you wanna be a star
Fuck Wendy's you want a Bentley
But everything here ain't so friendly (ha ha)

[Colicchie:]
From my block to your block, to saying I'm a sure thing
Once again she's out my life I'm watching as the door swings
Oh well I guess I'll take it as it comes
Ex heaven smoking choking until I got some vacant lungs
No opinion here I'm giving you brass facts
The marijuanas prevalent having a last laugh
Imma give it to you straight pure crack and thats that
Me and Mac rap on tracks consider it some class acts

Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages
I've paid heavy wages through prayer I called a savior
Lets discuss resentments OK I've had a few
Once again a straightjacket inside of a padded room
But she's ridiculous but dick lick and clit she's gone dyke
I tried breaking the law but I can't even do wrong right
What you know about hard days and long nights
I stay posted up I never left the job site
And yea your styles cool but obsolete like Morse code
I scratch my head I'm standing at the fork in the road
Now I can go left or right so I guess I'm ambidextrous
I swear I'm supposed to be here man second check the guest list
And check the method, reckless I'm impressive and respected
I've reflected and recollected all my weapons of deflection
Take the game to new heights, take a gamble with two dice
This dude's nice, I bruise mics while giving you true life

From my block to your block, to saying I'm a sure thing
Once again she's out my life I'm watching as the door swings
Oh well I guess I'll take it as it comes
Ex heaven smoking choking until I got some vacant lungs
No opinion here I'm giving you brass facts
The marijuanas prevalent having a last laugh
Imma give it to you straight pure crack and thats that
Me and Mac rap on tracks consider it some class acts

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