Mac Miller - Break the Law lyrics

[Mac Miller - Break the Law lyrics]

Get high, breakin' laws
Get high, breakin' laws

Yeah okay, I wake up with the taste
Of pussy still in my mouth bitch in my bed
Homegirl still asleep on the couch
My head is bangin' like Metallica
Swallow a bottle of Advil up
Then head back to the bedroom where
She suck me dry like dracula
It's The Young Miraculous
Mister Love-to-Grab-His-Nuts
Never let a bitch inside
Fuck her in the Acura
Aurora borealis with the shine
My aura gorgeous dinner with 40 courses
Bunch of horny whores who fornicate
To formulate a fortune, more in
The race of horses, i am
My homies got my back, they all Verizon
(A-a-a-and?)
I bring this to you la la la la la la-live
Man you gon' need at least five
Hands to hold my finance
I am fe, fi, fo, fum, the giant
The best thing out of Pittsburgh
Since Clemente with the Pirates
I tell 'em, "Shhh
This middle finger sign for silence"
Ain't a fuckin' way I'm keepin' quiet

Yeah i been ridin' through the city
Blowin' smoke out the window (yeah)
Cops is on patrol
They lookin' out for all the crim'nals (Woo)
I been a lot of things
I ain't never been a bitch though (No)
Rules to the game
(yeah) you know how this shit go (Let go)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
(Break the law)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
(Hell yeah)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
(Break the law)
Oh no (Break-break, break-break the law)
La, la, la (Let's go)

So many people told me that
I wouldn't be shit, but now I walk
Around with money and my hand on my dick
I think I'm special
I'm drinkin' whiskey out the bottle
'til I black out
One million, two million, shit
I'm losin' track now
(yeah) Comin' to you live
Inside the crack house
Started with a dub and then I
Made it to a half ounce
Then I turned it to a pound
(Wow) turned that to a house (Wow)
Turned that to a career
How the fuck did I get here? (Woo)
Spendin' all your time just gettin'
High will drive you crazy
(Crazy) I killed the game like
Jeffrey Dahmer did the '80s
Speedin' down the freeway gettin'
Head in my Mercedes
Givin' me all of this money
Was crazy, shoulda known better, no pressure
Dope seller, smarter than your professor
Hoes, I don't stress her
Put a bitch down like Old Yeller
The flow's stellar, stella ella ola
Have you ever been? Shit
I pro'bly could've been the president

Yeah i been ridin' through the city
Blowin' smoke out the window
Cops out on patrol
They lookin' out for all the criminals
I been a lot of things
But I ain't never been a bitch though
Rules to the game, you know how this shit go
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
(Break the law)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
(Hell yeah)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
(Break the law)
Oh no (Break-break, break-break the law)
La, la, la, la

Get money, fuck the system, break the law
(Break the law)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
(Break the law)
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
(Break the law, La, la, la, la, la)
Break the law, break-break
Break-break the law (La la la la)
Break the law (La la la, la la la, la, la)
Break the law (La la la, la la la, la, la)
Break the law (La la la, la la la, la, la)
La la la la la la la la la

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