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Mac Miller

The Jesuits

 

The Jesuits

(album: Delusional Thomas - 2013)


[Delusional Thomas:]
From, yeah, from, from, from, from—

Right out the backyard, rhymes out the crack jar
The facts are that Mac brought the cash for the caviar
Laugh hard, staying out the way of bad karma
And black tar covered demons when they have drama
You latch onto hope, but it ain't working out
This garden snake you knew done grew into a serpent now
And my mind is perverted, foul, wow
My time, you've got to earn it now
Alright, dance circles around the lava
And bitches coming over just to twerk around the casa
Yeah, lemme see that ass, bitch (Haha)
Yeah, as the Virgin Mary get deflowered
Arouse her, and let her put her mouth in my trousers
Woke up, made a couple million 'fore I showered
Spent an hour with Jack Bauer
And the kids from Rocket Power watching television
Sometimes the truth is better when it's fiction
It's never written, never find a bed in prison
Dealing with addictions when I beat it
Then it's switching to something else
Shit, I'm only running from myself
But I'm running fast and I'm tired

[Da$H:]
Fucking sleepy, man
Give me some fucking orange juice
Put some peyote in that shit

My whole fucking life is a science experiment (Buggin')
Terrorist rhetoric, stare make the Devil flinch (Pussy)
Paint is hemorrhaging, the roof is scabbing
Finna peel off, sky's teal hand rolling in eel sauce
[?] a bit harder to look at
Put a home invasion, throw the earnings in my book-bag
Learned about that Xanax and Opana, 'cause
Ain't nobody really ever taught me how to cook crack, but
I got about half a Rite-Aid in my book-bag
Bitch, I'm always high, that's why I look sad
Glad bag full of kush, burn the same bush Moses had a conversation with
Could make a Mason bitch Croatian dick (Yeah)
We run a train, you finna date the bitch (Fucker)
The new age, Johnny Blaze and shit
I got the homies in your neighborhood
Knocking like these niggas lost a dog (Dog)
Momma looking for her boy, she better call the morgue
I'm a ball hog, I tell my niggas, "I ain't finna pass it"
You ain't gonna dunk, smoking Hawaiian Skunk
Elephant tusk necklace just to provide the stunt (You seen me)
Wear a Waldo outfit, you wouldn't find me once
I hit the ocean floor inside a slut
Disintegrate into the finest dust (Then I poof), I'm out, nigga
Like that—

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