Correction Paroles 4 AM Off The Dome Freestyle par Mac Miller

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See them thinkin' that I'm tonight's entertainment
I'm insane with the brain just like Lil Wayne is
Now I'm stumblin'
My rhythm's a little bit off-key
So I think that they lost me
I'm hangin' with the posse
We at the party and you sittin' in the lobby
And you lookin' pretty sloppy
See a lot of people always try and boss me around
Thinkin' I'm a cat that don't get tossed in the crowd
But now I'm out, loud
Spittin' out the mind
When I'm tickling the twine how I'm twisting up the dime, all up to a Swisher
Got some liquor and some beer, and it's clear that I'm right here
Full release the year that I'm gonе
Sing along 'cause my song got it goin' on
Break of dawn 'til the еarly morn'
I be right up back my rap sh*t
When I smack you backwards
And cats is annoying, destroying self-employing
Up on this rap sh*t
But these tactics is on some wack sh*t
And I'ma always 'bout the real, keepin' it a hundred percent
And let it get wet, but anyways people talk about the tech and the disrespect
While I sit back, pop in a bean, and smoke a cigarette
But it ain't the same sh*t
When you hit the deck, my flow's too amazing
BJ get his braids in, and then he grows it right back to the afro
And fa'sho, we back
And that's why the class clown's here for about a couple seconds
When I start wreckin', people steppin' from my presence
'Cause when I walk in the room everybody stop talkin'
They jaw's droppin'
Everybody see they not a option
'Cause it's just me, the world, and everybody against it
Plus my homies who I've always been friends with
I repent sh*t, it's hard in the struggle
You always gotta hustle 'cause it's living like a jungle
People is lions and tigers and bears and I'm really scared
But I ain't scared, no beware
'Cause Mac is here, yeah
And I got my man, deets and beats
On the sweet feet, Pistol Pete is never gon get sick of me
Check the history, I'm always real with what I do
I appeal all these cats who be sippin' down the brew
Or the cats who in the streets 'cause I'm just spittin' my sh*t
You gotta love it, ain't getting rid of this sh*t
'Cause I'm back and I'm gon' stick
So haters run away, some will ride the gun and spray
While others blunts and haze, rolled up
I'm so tough and my clothes scuffed
Your flow's butt, if you thinkin', then so what?
'Cause I ain't listenin', I be thinkin' on my own
Drinkin' when I hit her with the bone
See, she hit up on my phone, and I answer
Tellin' me that she a cute mommy, nice body, a dancer
I'ma romance her, I head up to the crib, be a gentleman
Of course she lets me in
We let the sex begin, and stop talkin'
Then I'm out, before the breakfast I start walkin'
Out the door, headin' to the elevator
My phone ringin' by some b*t*hes, I got hella haters
But I don't care, I just keep my mind movin'
And this the type of freestyle, roll some weed to it
'Cause I think it's never gon' be finished
I'm in it, this sh*t's gon' go on for about twenty minutes
And if the money's in it, then I'ma get it
Never spend it if you, relentless, attempts
That this lil' mischievous sh*t, will not hit the flip the bic-blah
When I stumble, but sh*ts, see the kid who never mumble
I'm humble, but now I need a drink of water

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