Mac Miller - Black Bush lyrics
[Mac Miller - Black Bush lyrics]
Tell me what reality is
All of y'all back on my dick woah, woah
I don't get mad about shit
But did you see that ass on that bitch?
Woah, woah no, I'm not waitin' in line
You got a little paper? That's fine
Woah, woah find it hard to make up my mind
All of y'all hate when I shine woah, woah
Ooh (Ladies and gentlemen
This is a revolution) ooh
On that black bush
Smoke a bunch of Backwoods
My mind numb, I'm high as high come
I'm somewhat of a fuck up
Put it in her guts 'til the cum bust
Combustion, at the function
Drunk and actin' as prophets would
When Pac rocked with Suge
Smokin' blunts at Hollywood
I was a youngin who didn't
Know shit 'bout nothin'
But now I'm twenty-one and I
Feel like I'm onto somethin'
Gettin' emphysema, madder than Ebenezer
I'm a king, bitch (Salads, I get a Caesar)
Pullin' uranium from Mesopotamian rivers
I need a bitch that let me
Fuck then make me some dinner
God made me a sinner, followin' protocol
Overall, I'm fuckin' bitches and
There's coke involved watchin' Carl Sagan
Wishin' I could talk Jamaican
I'm waitin', be prepared for invasion
Tell me what reality is
All of y'all back on my dick woah, woah
I don't get mad about shit
But did you see that ass on that bitch?
Woah, woah (Woo)
No, I'm not waitin' in line
You got a little paper? That's fine
Woah, woah find it hard to make up my mind
All of y'all hate when I shine woah, woah
Ooh ooh
I blow a kiss to the Jehovah’s Witness
Fuck a corporation, I support local business
(That's the right thing to do)
And this one goes out to
All the hoes and bitches
My homies told me, "Better know your limit's"
(Know your limit's) i'm so efficient
Old tradition with dope prevision (Woah)
We smokin' if we here, homie
Don't need no permission
Variation of avian in the atrium
Waitin' for nature's rain to shower
Y'all with some sense
Shit, life gets realer than the press kit's
Special like Ed is, so someone call the medic
'Cause I lost my mind
I'm off the Richter scale (Richter scale)
Don't you worry yourself, baby, this is hell
(Woo) product of a witches spell
Rappers all Chippendale
I'm gettin'-gettin' money now
Expensive ginger ale (Taste good)
Sip the whiskey with a bitch named Lewinsky
(Haha)
Told her give me head and tell everybody
(Tell everybody, let 'em know)
All of y'all back on my dick woah, woah
I don't get mad about shit
But did you see that ass on that bitch?
Woah, woah no, I'm not waitin' in line
You got a little paper? That's fine
Woah, woah find it hard to make up my mind
All of y'all hate when I shine woah, woah
Ooh (Ladies and gentlemen
This is a revolution) ooh
On that black bush
Smoke a bunch of Backwoods
My mind numb, I'm high as high come
I'm somewhat of a fuck up
Put it in her guts 'til the cum bust
Combustion, at the function
Drunk and actin' as prophets would
When Pac rocked with Suge
Smokin' blunts at Hollywood
I was a youngin who didn't
Know shit 'bout nothin'
But now I'm twenty-one and I
Feel like I'm onto somethin'
Gettin' emphysema, madder than Ebenezer
I'm a king, bitch (Salads, I get a Caesar)
Pullin' uranium from Mesopotamian rivers
I need a bitch that let me
Fuck then make me some dinner
God made me a sinner, followin' protocol
Overall, I'm fuckin' bitches and
There's coke involved watchin' Carl Sagan
Wishin' I could talk Jamaican
I'm waitin', be prepared for invasion
Tell me what reality is
All of y'all back on my dick woah, woah
I don't get mad about shit
But did you see that ass on that bitch?
Woah, woah (Woo)
No, I'm not waitin' in line
You got a little paper? That's fine
Woah, woah find it hard to make up my mind
All of y'all hate when I shine woah, woah
Ooh ooh
I blow a kiss to the Jehovah’s Witness
Fuck a corporation, I support local business
(That's the right thing to do)
And this one goes out to
All the hoes and bitches
My homies told me, "Better know your limit's"
(Know your limit's) i'm so efficient
Old tradition with dope prevision (Woah)
We smokin' if we here, homie
Don't need no permission
Variation of avian in the atrium
Waitin' for nature's rain to shower
Y'all with some sense
Shit, life gets realer than the press kit's
Special like Ed is, so someone call the medic
'Cause I lost my mind
I'm off the Richter scale (Richter scale)
Don't you worry yourself, baby, this is hell
(Woo) product of a witches spell
Rappers all Chippendale
I'm gettin'-gettin' money now
Expensive ginger ale (Taste good)
Sip the whiskey with a bitch named Lewinsky
(Haha)
Told her give me head and tell everybody
(Tell everybody, let 'em know)