Mac Miller - Lost lyrics

Sour Hour, TreeJay most Dope, what's good?

I'm calm, cool, got a blunt
Gonna roll up two don't panic
'cause I'ma take over this planet
Cut like a bandage
On the net, all up in your bandwidth
No beaver but God damn it, this sour I
Smoke enhance it, got a helicopter
Where should I land it?
Been searching but can't find it
The things I do is timeless
Where the fuck did this kid find
This rhyme shit? Hit lime piff
Always see me chilling with a fine bitch
Let her show me where her mind is
Then silence, it's private, so silence
Want a Bentley and a big backyard
Friendly but a big rap star
Still show love, more bud to roll up
Smoke duds so much to toke up
On a big cigar or maybe in
The mood for a doob
If I roll one of these G's up, boy
You gotta roll one too
See, I'm high but I'm stuck in school
Don't know what the fuck to do
Uh, self made, designed my own mind like a
Pair of custom shoes
So keep 'em fresh please, finna ball
'bout to win an ESPY
Gretzky, your spitting doesn't impress me
You walk but you got two left feet
Drink vodka with my Pepsi
I'm drunk, you sober, I'm starting, it's over
Red Rover, Red Rover
You can't break down my wall
My hour is so sour so
I ain't gonna answer calls, i'm lost