Mac Miller - Don't Do lyrics
[Mac Miller - Don't Do lyrics]
Take drugs
Yeah, don't do drugs
Yeah, everybody, don't do drugs
Yeah, don't do drugs
Haha, yeah
Well, it's a, crazy motherfucker named Mac
Shit, I'm in it too deep
Ain't no time for goin' back
And the flow is jacked
Colt 45 in the grocery bag
You know it's that explosion
Rap, fire cracker, broken glass
These motherfuckers ain't bubblin'
The soda flat forever I'ma go to bat
Bitches wanna hold him back
Impulsive, irrational, he a maniac
But fuck gossip
Keep it casual, where the paper at?
A couple problems, fuck options
Too late for that i need the check
Someone tell me where the waiter at
Oh, it's the devil
Tell me where the angels at
And tell 'em I want my, I want my
Want my baby back
Insane shit, my brain probably ain't attached
Don't show your face round here
It isn't safe for that
Bitch, I got my heart broke, on lock though
Keep a couple keys out in Longboat
Drugs yeah, don't, do
Drugs yeah, don't do
Drugs yeah, don't do
Drugs yeah
Okay, well
Well, the assets deeper than the rap check
They sleepin' on the ether still
I ain't take a nap yet
They all up in my shit
Like a airport bag check
Well, that shit is tactics
You haven't seen me mad yet
Dalai Lama, motherfucker, chill out
Weed was so cool
But everybody poppin' pills now
Yup, the Broke Till I'm Dead hoodie on
I make the songs that the
Bitches throw the pussy on
I'm a king on the board
Y'all be lookin' pawn
Pissin' on a lawn with my dick in my palm
Isn't he on? Officially the ticker of bomb
At the crib chillin'
Thinkin' 'bout Nicki Minaj it's a mirage
Don't believe half the shit that we say
Me, I'm on the freeway, motherfuckin' PA
Droppin' like D-Day, shoppin' like eBay
Always gotta ball up
I'm Fuamatu-Ma'afala that
Drugs yeah, don't, do
Drugs yeah, don't do
Drugs yeah, don't do
Drugs yeah, okay
Yeah, don't do drugs
Yeah, everybody, don't do drugs
Yeah, don't do drugs
Haha, yeah
Well, it's a, crazy motherfucker named Mac
Shit, I'm in it too deep
Ain't no time for goin' back
And the flow is jacked
Colt 45 in the grocery bag
You know it's that explosion
Rap, fire cracker, broken glass
These motherfuckers ain't bubblin'
The soda flat forever I'ma go to bat
Bitches wanna hold him back
Impulsive, irrational, he a maniac
But fuck gossip
Keep it casual, where the paper at?
A couple problems, fuck options
Too late for that i need the check
Someone tell me where the waiter at
Oh, it's the devil
Tell me where the angels at
And tell 'em I want my, I want my
Want my baby back
Insane shit, my brain probably ain't attached
Don't show your face round here
It isn't safe for that
Bitch, I got my heart broke, on lock though
Keep a couple keys out in Longboat
Drugs yeah, don't, do
Drugs yeah, don't do
Drugs yeah, don't do
Drugs yeah
Okay, well
Well, the assets deeper than the rap check
They sleepin' on the ether still
I ain't take a nap yet
They all up in my shit
Like a airport bag check
Well, that shit is tactics
You haven't seen me mad yet
Dalai Lama, motherfucker, chill out
Weed was so cool
But everybody poppin' pills now
Yup, the Broke Till I'm Dead hoodie on
I make the songs that the
Bitches throw the pussy on
I'm a king on the board
Y'all be lookin' pawn
Pissin' on a lawn with my dick in my palm
Isn't he on? Officially the ticker of bomb
At the crib chillin'
Thinkin' 'bout Nicki Minaj it's a mirage
Don't believe half the shit that we say
Me, I'm on the freeway, motherfuckin' PA
Droppin' like D-Day, shoppin' like eBay
Always gotta ball up
I'm Fuamatu-Ma'afala that
Drugs yeah, don't, do
Drugs yeah, don't do
Drugs yeah, don't do
Drugs yeah, okay