Thelonious Martin, Mac Miller - Malcom Interlude lyrics
[Thelonious Martin, Mac Miller - Malcom Interlude lyrics]
I don't know, man, it's been a while
Yeah, um yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, alright, okay, alright yeah
Yeah, I spend my nights workin'
And I'm quite certain
If the right person come across me
Then I might hurt him
This the, the white sermon
And I ain't talkin' Erick
These rappers is my sons
I'm the shittiest of parents
This just another suicide lullaby
You don't get the truth here
We only summarize
The facts ain't nothin' we should publicize
Throw the lightning bolts
My bitch got the thunder thighs
It's young Zeus with it
Throw the blunt in the
Circle, playin' duck, duck, goose with it
Too prolific lot of people after the bread
Me, I'ma rap when I'm dead
Tell 'em, "Shoot me in the back of the head"
Man with no face yeah, man with no face
Um (Nah, and I see everybody got zooted and booted from this motherfucker)
Man with no face, yeah yeah, yeah
Unstable head, fillin' up with raps
Whiskey in my flask, shit
You didn't have to ask
They was makin' judgements
But they didn't know the half
I ain't ScHoolboy Q, bitch
I didn't go to class
Your bitch pussy lips is on my 'stache
I see these new rappers and
All I do is laugh
Rap sabotage, young Macintosh
Funny money like it was
Buddies with Judd Apatow
Yeah, the raps is hard, but the pack is raw
I'm Old Jewish, homie, chillin'
Playin' racquetball
And it's all good after all
And it's all good after all
Yeah, man with no face (Jabroni)
Man with no face
Nah, and I see everybody got zooted
And booted from this motherfucker
Yeah, um yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, alright, okay, alright yeah
Yeah, I spend my nights workin'
And I'm quite certain
If the right person come across me
Then I might hurt him
This the, the white sermon
And I ain't talkin' Erick
These rappers is my sons
I'm the shittiest of parents
This just another suicide lullaby
You don't get the truth here
We only summarize
The facts ain't nothin' we should publicize
Throw the lightning bolts
My bitch got the thunder thighs
It's young Zeus with it
Throw the blunt in the
Circle, playin' duck, duck, goose with it
Too prolific lot of people after the bread
Me, I'ma rap when I'm dead
Tell 'em, "Shoot me in the back of the head"
Man with no face yeah, man with no face
Um (Nah, and I see everybody got zooted and booted from this motherfucker)
Man with no face, yeah yeah, yeah
Unstable head, fillin' up with raps
Whiskey in my flask, shit
You didn't have to ask
They was makin' judgements
But they didn't know the half
I ain't ScHoolboy Q, bitch
I didn't go to class
Your bitch pussy lips is on my 'stache
I see these new rappers and
All I do is laugh
Rap sabotage, young Macintosh
Funny money like it was
Buddies with Judd Apatow
Yeah, the raps is hard, but the pack is raw
I'm Old Jewish, homie, chillin'
Playin' racquetball
And it's all good after all
And it's all good after all
Yeah, man with no face (Jabroni)
Man with no face
Nah, and I see everybody got zooted
And booted from this motherfucker