Mac Miller - Speed Racer lyrics

[Mac Miller - Speed Racer lyrics]

Yeah
Let, let, let, let, let, let, let, let, let
Let, let, let, let, let, let yeah

Let, let, let, let, let's get started
Nobody wanna be themselves
Everyone's an artist
Walk around with a target on my head
Take your best shot watch me do my thing
Try and shoot me from the press box
We keep on goin' 'til they press stop
Errr-Errr, I'm breakin' records, so rewind
I left you scared, say a prayer
Put it on the Holy Bible
Better hold a microphone like how
A soldier hold a rifle it's the Young Mac
I been there and done that went away
Then come back with a motherfuckin' vengeance
I'm collectin', every sentence is impressive
Learnin' lessons from the legends
Dreams is nightmares
So I fall asleep holdin' a weapon
Some people do this for attention
You can miss me with the bullshit
I gets busy with this music
Tell 'em, "Shut up
" or "Get butt-fucked with a broomstick"
Been tourin' since before you were born
And I made the rules, bitch
Thou shalt not hold thy tongue
Don't quit, no goin' home until you done
Like train tracks or breakin' glass
You can hear me comin'
Motherfuckers better take off runnin'

Yeah danger, danger, this another banger
Feelin' like they know me, little homie
I'm a stranger moved out to the boonies
Now I never deal with neighbors
No breaks, Speed Racer i'm a Speed Racer
(Pick up the pipe! Pick up the pipe)
I'm a Speed Racer
(Pick up the pipe! Pick up the pipe)

Yeah well, it's a speed racer
Cross-over knee breaker
Green maker, creator
Hotter than the lines on the equator
Take your life and remake ya
All for the green paper
Write it all down but never
Got the time for eraser
It ain't nothin' but a
Motherfuckin' song though
Drummin' on some big ol' titties
I'm playin' bongos
I put my long pole in the wrong hole
She say, "Get up out my
Stomach, " I'm like, "Bitch
You know you love it" i'm disgustin'
Mind start to wonder about this world we in
Then it's back on the phone
I'm fightin' with my girl again
Shit i never been normal, as a youngin'
I was in black clothes
They close the portal on me
Talkin' shit but you foldin'
More than origami i'm fuckin' awesome
Better run along and call your mommy
'Cause we droppin' bombs more than atom do
Still we posted up on Penn Avenue

Yeah danger, danger, this another banger
Feelin' like they know me, little homie
I'm a stranger moved out to the boonies
Now I never deal with neighbors
No breaks, Speed Racer i'm a Speed Racer
(Pick up the pipe! Pick up the pipe)
I'm a Speed Racer
(Pick up the pipe! Pick up the pipe)

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