Mac Miller - Avian lyrics
[Mac Miller - Avian lyrics]
Yah yo, yo
Look concoction of hamentashens (Okay)
Launchin' a bottle rocket (Okay)
Done bein' nice
I'm here for your life and all the profit's
(Whoa) i'm not your conscience
You nuts? Almonds and Häagen-Dazs
Auction off your grandfather's watch
From the Holocaust (Okay) i'm iconic, naked
Walk in the garden bird watchin'
Alarmin' all of these cardinals like
I need a pope (Pope)
Puffin' that white smoke
(Smoke) get faded and play the maestro
I'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe
(Probably velvet)
Sneaky bitch stole my Rollie last night, yo
(Night, yo) i might know some dyke hoes
Who can fight though (yeah)
Walkin' on a tight rope
Underneath a microscope
But close-up we all just
Molecules and isotopes (That's very deep)
My psychic don't know the future
To live life
You kids might just close your computer
(Get some exercise)
The street lights might blind you though
(Blind you though)
Make a collage and look at
It through a kaleidoscope
There's a bird in the sky
Look at him fly, why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Ugh
Let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild
Life's a motherfuckin' joke so we fuck around
Feel like I do this in my sleep
(Do this in my sleep)
Literally, I do this in my sleep
It's an impression of Bueller yeah, yeah
A little TV money
(Okay) , dollars for sense of humor (yeah)
Scholar but my attendance like Bueller
So no use for a tutor
Some cold brews in the cooler
(Have one) comin' through
In the wood-grain PT Cruiser, stuntin'
(Stuntin') i'm pissed off like a blind
Person lookin' for a restroom (Restroom)
Prob'ly be dead soon
Inhalin' cigarette fumes Coughs
Sorry for that blind people comment
That was just rude (yeah)
And I was raised better, say, "God bless you"
(God bless you) haha
I'm Kenny Powers, you more of a Debbie Downer
My bitch takin' off her trousers every
Time I get around her
I'm nasty, I never shower
Go sleep on a bed of flowers
Not into this conversation, I've been
In my head for hours, i'm out
There's a bird in the sky
Look at him fly, why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Ugh
Let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild
Life's a motherfuckin' joke so we fuck around
Feel like I do this in my sleep
(Do this in my sleep)
Literally, I do this in my sleep
Look concoction of hamentashens (Okay)
Launchin' a bottle rocket (Okay)
Done bein' nice
I'm here for your life and all the profit's
(Whoa) i'm not your conscience
You nuts? Almonds and Häagen-Dazs
Auction off your grandfather's watch
From the Holocaust (Okay) i'm iconic, naked
Walk in the garden bird watchin'
Alarmin' all of these cardinals like
I need a pope (Pope)
Puffin' that white smoke
(Smoke) get faded and play the maestro
I'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe
(Probably velvet)
Sneaky bitch stole my Rollie last night, yo
(Night, yo) i might know some dyke hoes
Who can fight though (yeah)
Walkin' on a tight rope
Underneath a microscope
But close-up we all just
Molecules and isotopes (That's very deep)
My psychic don't know the future
To live life
You kids might just close your computer
(Get some exercise)
The street lights might blind you though
(Blind you though)
Make a collage and look at
It through a kaleidoscope
There's a bird in the sky
Look at him fly, why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Ugh
Let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild
Life's a motherfuckin' joke so we fuck around
Feel like I do this in my sleep
(Do this in my sleep)
Literally, I do this in my sleep
It's an impression of Bueller yeah, yeah
A little TV money
(Okay) , dollars for sense of humor (yeah)
Scholar but my attendance like Bueller
So no use for a tutor
Some cold brews in the cooler
(Have one) comin' through
In the wood-grain PT Cruiser, stuntin'
(Stuntin') i'm pissed off like a blind
Person lookin' for a restroom (Restroom)
Prob'ly be dead soon
Inhalin' cigarette fumes Coughs
Sorry for that blind people comment
That was just rude (yeah)
And I was raised better, say, "God bless you"
(God bless you) haha
I'm Kenny Powers, you more of a Debbie Downer
My bitch takin' off her trousers every
Time I get around her
I'm nasty, I never shower
Go sleep on a bed of flowers
Not into this conversation, I've been
In my head for hours, i'm out
There's a bird in the sky
Look at him fly, why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Ugh
Let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild
Life's a motherfuckin' joke so we fuck around
Feel like I do this in my sleep
(Do this in my sleep)
Literally, I do this in my sleep