Mac Miller, Ab-Soul, BILL WAVES - Camp Fire lyrics
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Mac Miller, Ab-Soul, BILL WAVES - Camp Fire lyrics]
Yeah
You don't got bars that drop, hard to hit
Neighborhood pharmacist
Jarring up this haze in the
Shade to rock cardigans center starter
Better get your starters sparking
It's lemon scented a starter
To spend a trend
In the parks of a very tended
I started with every pen then
I'm on this shit late night faze through
These tend-to-missing darker-sins
I'm not starting with rappers
I'm black Mortus
Mac, your fucking ass hard as the
Glass of the back boarding
I'm back, sword them
See his ass tour and laugh
More from not having fun
What the fuck am I writing raps for?
I'm the last chord, plug it
I'm coming with nothing but
This fucking bruggage
I'm a nuisance i do this
I've been fluent
But the sin of vins ruin where I been
I been moving ten for ten rudest
Villain of the park
Get some sense to them, pillar of the art
Yeah a little speed and tequila lead
Me to beat making
Was my intention to walk that
Lead to free basing spend a few too many
Thousand wasted Ebay'ing
Watch the trust fall
That's team-building exercises
It's Fuck Everybody Enterprises
You always ten feet ahead
But just a step behind us
I guess I'm fine wit let me choose
The devil I get to sign with you wet vaginas
These rappers are softer than
Fresh bouq' Iris obsessed with violence
Weapons on deck like dead palace
Haven't found God yet
The closest that I get is silence
It's never quiet
Satan dwell inside their brief cases
I'm glad we made it
Now I'm thankful I'm a free agent
Fresh out of prison
Throw the deuces up like Nixon
Tell me what's the difference
'tween wisdom and superstition
We just civilians
The villains kiss the infants
Ain't no such thing as coincidence, shit
Yeah we smoking stupid blunts but
My thoughts ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a thot ain't one, uhh
All my bitches bisexual and bilingual
I got a bible and a rifle, God I'm evil
To all these common people
Yeah the heat is brewing
Kinda like summer school for a UCLA student
That's always true and yeah I'm on a roll
This is special education for the honor roll
I'm kinda throwed
Like softballs in a league of their own
I've been the shit since I
Could piss on my own you just a toilet bowl
A foil in the microwave
You don't be-long like
Short-film-casting calls
Throw your life away
We got that coke that don't get you
Up in 6-Flags "Roller Coaster Fast Pass"
That's Ab-Soul Don't forget the dash ho
Put your baton this no 100 yard dash though
Soul
You don't got bars that drop, hard to hit
Neighborhood pharmacist
Jarring up this haze in the
Shade to rock cardigans center starter
Better get your starters sparking
It's lemon scented a starter
To spend a trend
In the parks of a very tended
I started with every pen then
I'm on this shit late night faze through
These tend-to-missing darker-sins
I'm not starting with rappers
I'm black Mortus
Mac, your fucking ass hard as the
Glass of the back boarding
I'm back, sword them
See his ass tour and laugh
More from not having fun
What the fuck am I writing raps for?
I'm the last chord, plug it
I'm coming with nothing but
This fucking bruggage
I'm a nuisance i do this
I've been fluent
But the sin of vins ruin where I been
I been moving ten for ten rudest
Villain of the park
Get some sense to them, pillar of the art
Yeah a little speed and tequila lead
Me to beat making
Was my intention to walk that
Lead to free basing spend a few too many
Thousand wasted Ebay'ing
Watch the trust fall
That's team-building exercises
It's Fuck Everybody Enterprises
You always ten feet ahead
But just a step behind us
I guess I'm fine wit let me choose
The devil I get to sign with you wet vaginas
These rappers are softer than
Fresh bouq' Iris obsessed with violence
Weapons on deck like dead palace
Haven't found God yet
The closest that I get is silence
It's never quiet
Satan dwell inside their brief cases
I'm glad we made it
Now I'm thankful I'm a free agent
Fresh out of prison
Throw the deuces up like Nixon
Tell me what's the difference
'tween wisdom and superstition
We just civilians
The villains kiss the infants
Ain't no such thing as coincidence, shit
Yeah we smoking stupid blunts but
My thoughts ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a thot ain't one, uhh
All my bitches bisexual and bilingual
I got a bible and a rifle, God I'm evil
To all these common people
Yeah the heat is brewing
Kinda like summer school for a UCLA student
That's always true and yeah I'm on a roll
This is special education for the honor roll
I'm kinda throwed
Like softballs in a league of their own
I've been the shit since I
Could piss on my own you just a toilet bowl
A foil in the microwave
You don't be-long like
Short-film-casting calls
Throw your life away
We got that coke that don't get you
Up in 6-Flags "Roller Coaster Fast Pass"
That's Ab-Soul Don't forget the dash ho
Put your baton this no 100 yard dash though
Soul