Mac Miller - Crumblin' Erb Freestyle lyrics

Sour Hour dJ Shef
Man, I hit the weed way too much, shit
Let me get to the song
A lotta y'all probably know this
Had to put my own little twist on it ahem
Aight, Jerm, ya ready?

Uh
Well, it's the motherfuckin' M to the A-C
M to the I double-L, E-R
Fallin' from the sky 'til I land
Crash into this planet, skippin'
Through the universe, i vanish
And disappear, wise beyond my years
Ridin' through the streets but too
High to even steer, so I hover
Three hundred feet from the ground
And I don't plan on comin' down
You run around like a chicken
With his head cut off
I'm havin' chickens, give me head, no special
I'm on my pimp shit, swimmin' through
Let a thick bitch give me brains
Watch a chick-flick
Somethin' About Mary, nut in her hair
Her mom hear us
But I don't give a fuck if she there
Learned that life's a bitch
And nothin' is fair so I focus on my money
Get enough I can share
And get me drunk, I don't care
I pass the money to my team
'Cause they all be by my side
While I'm huntin' for this dream
Nothin' what it seem in a dreamland
And I ain't growin' up, call me Peter Pan
Givin' you the news like C-SPAN
Tryna ball, ESPN, and
Haha, I'm way over my limit
Cracked a Dutchie down the middle
Throw some haze in it
I'm gone, and I might be back to visit
Add a ho, subtract the
Clothes, Mac the mathematician, haha
So what the fun in that?
When my liver shriveled up and
My lungs is black
But, livin' free, I ain't done with that
'Cause, I'ma keep chiefin' 'til
My lungs collapse, ayy
So what's the matter with that? Uh
What's the matter with that?
And everybody boyfriend is a sissy
So the bitches heard she kiss me
She wanna stick around like a
Hickey but I'm busy just makin' music
Hittin' sticky 'cause it lift me
Bitch, I got more talents than
The homie Mr ripley
As a youngin, knew that Hip-Hop was in me
At fifteen, dropped a mixtape and it was iffy
Worked to get better
Took my time when I was sixteen
So now you say my name at
Any party and you in free still a youngin
In discussion like a grown man
Lil' munchkins got a hunch that
I'm a gold ham
I'ma blow, damn, time to be my own man
Bunch of fine hoes chillin'
Feelin' up the whole van
I don't fuck 'em just
'cause they supportin' me, hell
It's no biggy
They just lookin' for a story to tell
No groupie gettin' glory
Ain't doin' nothin' for me
That's why I never let 'em stay the morning
I just open up my eyes when I wake
And I bake on my grind, stayin' scruffy
Never shavin' my face
A lotta time on my hands
Never takin' a break
'Cause Sheffy hit me up with
Some paper to make
I'ma take my time, grind until the day I die
My weed the flavor lime, gettin' high
Chase the sky you see the paper shit
So please, keep your distance like
An eighth grade dance, bitch

Hahaha, chyeah
See, man, sometimes I just like to
Just spit, haha crumblin' Erb and shit
Big Jerm, you can cut that, uh
Right about here