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Mac Miller

Apparition

 

Apparition

(album: Faces - 2014)


Yeah
Yeah, all right
Gnillor peek tsuj ,looc s'ti ,dnim reven ,tiaw ,hO
[?] ni semoc ssab eht erehw ees ,morf em trats uoy nac ,tiaw [?]
Yeah
Turn the beat up a little bit
Yeah
Um
Yeah

I've been rapping since the apparition
G-g-g-god was gonna kill me and I'm glad he didn't
Might have made a bad decision
He just left me with an ocean and a bad religion
While Mary Magdalene laughing, smoking a pack of Winstons
Up on a church hill, acid tripping with older men
As they tell her stories, she's seducing 'em
But she only using 'em
My studio is filled with spirits
And every single lyric dedicated to my dearest friends
Yeah, and lord knows that we hate the questions
So back and forth, exchange faces over why I'm playing table tennis at dinner
I end up so bitter when I lose
Defeat hurts, I got scissors in my shoes

And I'm dancing
Never got the steps right
Loose, I never slept tight
But I'ma keep dancing
Yeah
Yeah

I did a cannonball off the deep end, my boat was coming to America
Pouch of fairy dust and a little poodle terrier
A silver Derringer, a smile for the camera (Take a picture)
Split your line up like James Farrior
I've always been a cowboy, they need me like the cancer cure
Weed loud as crowd noise, we just let the amber burn
Wiffle Balls, child's toys, ain't fucking with amateurs
I'm Ken Griffey on the Mariners
Okay, I'm way beyond the boundaries, outside of parameters
The rap chancellor, jacket made of camel fur
And Clockwork got every single answer 'cept time
I've experienced every feeling except fine
I'm line dancing again

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