Mac Miller - Boo! (Interlude) lyrics
[Mac Miller - Boo! Interlude lyrics]
Like clockwork (Like, like clockwork)
Yeah (Like) well
Well, it's the maniac with zany raps
Made millions off of baby Mac
My brain, it ain't attached
You love me? It's a little late for that
They gave my crazy ass a label
Everything is rated X
I'm far beyond divorced middle-aged men
Who pay for sex
I work like I ain't made it yet
Deserve this motherfuckin' paper
Get a Kit-Kat, break it in half
Save one for later death to any traitor
That's a Benedict Arnold i be wildin'
Goin' broke at international car shows
I'm a lawn mower
Mad face get redder than a dog boner
Thank God I got sober
Pot smoker, top roller, thought holder
Was a little kid until I got older
Wild since a child
Pulled my file out of God's folder
Now let me talk slower
You can understand me now
We the originators, your style hand-me down
Yeah they got me turnin' up, the amp is loud
The apocalypse is comin'
So we campin' out at Granny's house
Dancin' with a bitch and
Pull her panties down, it's bush league
I love a little nature
Addin' flavor to the pussy
People tend to overlook me and
My agent overbook me
I'ma get it while the gettin' good
Feel better than forever
I'm National Treasure like Nicolas Cage
I'm a shelter for these animals
Got bitches for days
She be feedin' on my semen
And it's cinnamon glaze
I tell her keep it or delete it
This the digital age
Now I'm muscle-buildin' just so I
Can juggle children daily
I'm fucked up in the head a bit
I'm Rumpelstiltskin-crazy
These bitches gettin' wet when I
Pull up in the Mercedes
Bitch, I be with Mr t
I'm simply the fuckin' A Team
Make dreams reality
Say "Hi" when you see me
My "Hello" is a formality
I'm comin' with a cavalry
Of motherfuckers trained from watchin'
Braveheart battle scenes waste of space
And we paint our faces like it's Halloween
Boo! Boo!
Boo! Boo!
Boo! Boo!
Boo! Boo!
Yeah (Like) well
Well, it's the maniac with zany raps
Made millions off of baby Mac
My brain, it ain't attached
You love me? It's a little late for that
They gave my crazy ass a label
Everything is rated X
I'm far beyond divorced middle-aged men
Who pay for sex
I work like I ain't made it yet
Deserve this motherfuckin' paper
Get a Kit-Kat, break it in half
Save one for later death to any traitor
That's a Benedict Arnold i be wildin'
Goin' broke at international car shows
I'm a lawn mower
Mad face get redder than a dog boner
Thank God I got sober
Pot smoker, top roller, thought holder
Was a little kid until I got older
Wild since a child
Pulled my file out of God's folder
Now let me talk slower
You can understand me now
We the originators, your style hand-me down
Yeah they got me turnin' up, the amp is loud
The apocalypse is comin'
So we campin' out at Granny's house
Dancin' with a bitch and
Pull her panties down, it's bush league
I love a little nature
Addin' flavor to the pussy
People tend to overlook me and
My agent overbook me
I'ma get it while the gettin' good
Feel better than forever
I'm National Treasure like Nicolas Cage
I'm a shelter for these animals
Got bitches for days
She be feedin' on my semen
And it's cinnamon glaze
I tell her keep it or delete it
This the digital age
Now I'm muscle-buildin' just so I
Can juggle children daily
I'm fucked up in the head a bit
I'm Rumpelstiltskin-crazy
These bitches gettin' wet when I
Pull up in the Mercedes
Bitch, I be with Mr t
I'm simply the fuckin' A Team
Make dreams reality
Say "Hi" when you see me
My "Hello" is a formality
I'm comin' with a cavalry
Of motherfuckers trained from watchin'
Braveheart battle scenes waste of space
And we paint our faces like it's Halloween
Boo! Boo!
Boo! Boo!
Boo! Boo!
Boo! Boo!