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mac miller – bob’s dementia كلمات اغاني

[intro: mac miller]
bob’s dementia
chapter one
now here lies a great man, a man of the people
a man of the people, people (yeah, oh)

[verse 1: mac miller]
yeah, here he comes, it’s the highly unprofessional
hyper s_xual, intellectual
fried my brain, now i’ve become a vegetable
travel with a gang of weird lookin’ extraterrestrials (mi_mi_mi_mi)
they left me on their ship and made their b_tches call me “general”
the d_ck quake could make a b_tch shake like she got parkinson’s
you out there politickin’, i’m studyin’ darwinism (god)
i keep some bars and hit ’em like a hard collision (bang)
don’t f_ck around it’s murder in this art exhibit
and i got the whole game on paralyzed ’cause my volume on amplified
it’s slow as a biracial b_tch that’s waitin’ on her hair to dry (i don’t wanna go yet)
are you prepared to die? burnin’ this ameri_fry
where people that protect you are the ones that have you terrified
i only act this way ’cause my soul so broken
i’m the illest that you know, you a low dose motrin
laryngitis, hepatitis, the aids virus
i guess that’s what you get from bein’ ’round a bunch of rap v_g_n_s
and you (and you), you p_ssy i wouldn’t f_ck with, a drunk d_ck
the day i came back from being hostage to the russian mob
missin’ a finger and see my brother shot (pa_pa_pa_pa_pa_pa_pa)
i’m comin’ for your neck, so hide your head inside your mother’s box (motherf_cker)
it still ain’t cliche to say, “f_ck the cops” (no)
let’s try it (“f_ck the cops”)
’cause i just smoked a bunch of rocks and walked around in just my socks
and made myself a birthday cake with caramel and b_tterscotch

[bridge: mac miller, hodgy & mac miller & hodgy]
tasty, tasty, that sh_t is tasty
this sh_t is tasty
n_gga, smoke

[verse 2: hodgy]
we servin’ faster than the chinese
this life carries a price cheaper than clown feet
like prostitutes with hoops and combined weaves
who hates herself inside
so she sellin’ her punani by umami (ooh mind me?)
it’s like my soul’s inside the bowl
i hold it close, ’cause i don’t know when it’s my time to go
i’m blindin’ fold, i hear my son laughing and time is froze
and he knows it, lookin’ at me like “that’s my pops,” and i’m his goal, n_gga
motherf_cker, i hit pockets, pickpockets
i’ll beat you for your keys, bubblegum, and your b_tch wallet
to his product, i’m a prodigy of a dead n_gga
no name droppin’, scribin’ when n0body was dead meat when they came flockin’
brain doctorin’, where i left my hard dates
small shakes and small dates, the ones i only call late in parlay
you know what the dark say, grab a b_tch by the paw, ayy
her name’s autumn, she happens to be fallin’ on the wrong day

[outro: mac miller, hodgy & mac miller & hodgy]
n_gga, tasty (tasty), tasty
tasty, that sh_t is tasty
that sh_t is tasty
tasty, tasty, tasty, tasty

- mac miller

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