Mac Miller - Jerry's Record Store lyrics

Hahaha, in your old man voice, haha
Yeah, a one-two, a one-two 412, 412
412, 412 412, 412
Uh, uh, nothin' but rhymes, it's quite simple

Hey, it's what I create to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the lightnin'
UFO sightings, leave 'em unidentified
Steady, I be gettin' high
You ain't got no herbal, I'ma lend you mine
It's Dr octagon, call him Young Phenomenon
I leave these rappers starvin'
Like it's Ramadan
You all the wackest, my style holographic
Had to put my city on the map, shit, haha
If you a fat kid, go get active
If you a bad bitch, then be a actress
Rap ease carnage
My family ain't the Partridge
Hard trick, flawless, trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a photo album
How much money do I got? I don't know
Who's countin'? Fake muhfuckas round me
I could do without 'em
You keepin' it a hundred
I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, call a truce
I got a lot, but not to lose
I'm the shit, makin' hit's, call me Dr luke
And prescribin' you a vibe
For that awful mood
Why you sad all the time? Jump off a roof
While I'm kickin' it with Q Tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down, well, that's futile
Woo shell
Supernatural message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't believe religion
Sayin' it's the truth but
Never really listened
That's another conversation though
Walkin' on the pavement home
Find a way to go
Maybe one not taken, word to Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but it's all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars
Better call the cops
You want a war? We got a nuclear holocaust
Yo, E, how many bars is that?
Is it enough to give these
Haters all heart attacks?
I been writin' on the paper
Gave me carpal tunnel couple billion people
Are they all gon' love you? Hell no, hell no
I be grindin' though the rain, sleet, hail
Snow stickin' to my word like it's Velcro
On some shell toes, and what else, yo?
Dope shit, go crazy
Kinda like the Internet over Hov's baby
My girl tell me, "Mac, you a weirdo"
I guarantee that baby be a superhero
This ain't nothin' but some
Rhymes from my mind
That been stuck inside since
The beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no pants
If I got my eyes on her, playa
You got no chance
This some simple shit I'm sure they feel
I'm just tryin' to explore what's real
Child of the blues, never liked school
Been miseducated, so word to Lauryn Hill
Music is my outlet
Walkin' through the Polo store
In the studio, wonder what I go home for
In my own world when I close
The door to the booth
We young and searchin' for the truth

Like that, like that, like that
Like, like that, that, that, that
And a little bit of this and
A little bit of that i just spit a rhyme
Tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got some time, you can sit down
Listen to me now, pass the flow around
Hey, this some cypher shit
I know you like that shit
Freestylin' in the air
Go and write that shit
I don't write that bitch, I got ill flows
Yeah, I'm ill, uh, uh and this is real, yo
Mac Miller gon' kill those flows
Bouncin' up and down, yo yos
Head to your toes
In the, in the paint throwin' 'bows
Yeah, throwin' 'bows in the paint
That's what basketball players do
I don't think anyone's gonna listen this far
But we should keep it in bee yatch!
Blue Slide Park
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