Mac Miller Type Beat 2
(Hahaha)
(Woo)
Pack it down to them basements, I learned something bout' cadence (Yeah)
This is bust down entertainment, elevated I faced it
Been on my grey day shit, when you hear the colors start to paint bitch
It's Alonzo Mourning cause' the heat bitch! I might take it all like I'm P bitch
Yeah, they told me please don't waste this uh
Please don't waste this no, please don't waste this uh
Please don't waste this no
I think I'm wasted, oh, we fade away then go
I lay in bed, off dope and pray to God I come home
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Keep the smile cause I am, Elevated, oh man
Everything that I am is what I'm making, Amen
(Damn, hahaha, yeah)
I think I did it again
I can't recognize my friend
Tell me who are you again
I can't feel a single thing, okay
It's been a hell of day, I ran away with the flame
It's the Olympics today (Haha) I took em' all on a race
These boys gon' copy then paste, I did this in my own way (Yeah)
Something like Birdman on stage, my work is timeless, let's say
Im on the edge it looks great, Who gon' DJ at my grave? (I don't know)
I told these hoes "It's okay", they spilled some wine on my J's
Pour it all over my name
(Woo)
Pack it down to them basements, I learned something bout' cadence (Yeah)
This is bust down entertainment, elevated I faced it
Been on my grey day shit, when you hear the colors start to paint bitch
It's Alonzo Mourning cause' the heat bitch! I might take it all like I'm P bitch
Yeah, they told me please don't waste this uh
Please don't waste this no, please don't waste this uh
Please don't waste this no
I think I'm wasted, oh, we fade away then go
I lay in bed, off dope and pray to God I come home
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Keep the smile cause I am, Elevated, oh man
Everything that I am is what I'm making, Amen
(Damn, hahaha, yeah)
I think I did it again
I can't recognize my friend
Tell me who are you again
I can't feel a single thing, okay
It's been a hell of day, I ran away with the flame
It's the Olympics today (Haha) I took em' all on a race
These boys gon' copy then paste, I did this in my own way (Yeah)
Something like Birdman on stage, my work is timeless, let's say
Im on the edge it looks great, Who gon' DJ at my grave? (I don't know)
I told these hoes "It's okay", they spilled some wine on my J's
Pour it all over my name
Credits
Writer(s): Elevated $horty
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