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Crumblin’ Erb Freestyle
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Mac Miller
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Sour Hour DJ Shef Man, I hit the weed way too much, sh*t, let me get to the song A lotta y'all probably know this Had to put my own little twist on it Ahem Aight, Jerm, ya ready? Uh Well, it's the motherf**kin' M to the A-C, M to the I Double-L, E-R, fallin' from the sky 'til I land Crash into this planet, skippin' through the universe, I vanish And disappear, wise beyond my years Ridin' through the streets but too high to even steer, so I hover Three hundred feet from the ground And I don't plan on comin' down You run around like a chicken with his head cut off I'm havin' chickens, give me head, no special [?] I'm on my pimp sh*t, swimmin' through [?] Let a thick b*t*h give me brains, watch a chick-flick Somethin' About Mary, nut in her hair Her mom hear us, but I don't give a f**k if she there Learned that life's a b*t*h, and nothin' is fair So I focus on my money, get enough I can share And get me drunk, I don't care, I pass the money to my team 'Cause they all be by my side while I'm huntin' for this dream Nothin' what it seem in a dreamland And I ain't growin' up, call me Peter Pan Givin' you the news like C-SPAN Tryna ball, ESPN, and Haha, I'm way over my limit Cracked a Dutchie down the middle, throw some haze in it I'm gone, and I might be back to visit Add a ho, subtract the clothes, Mac the mathematician, haha So what the fun in that? When my liver shriveled up and my lungs is black But, livin' free, I ain't done with that 'Cause I'ma keep chiefin' 'til my lungs collapse, ayy So what's the matter with that? Uh What's the matter with that? And everybody boyfriend is a sissy, so the b*t*hes heard she kiss me She wanna stick around like a hickey but I'm busy Just makin' music, hittin' sticky 'cause it lift me b*t*h, I got more talents than the homie Mr. Ripley As a youngin, knew that hip-hop was in me At fifteen, dropped a mixtape and it was iffy Worked to get better, took my time when I was sixteen So now you say my name at any party and you in free Still a youngin, in discussion like a grown man Lil' munchkins got a hunch that I'm a gold ham I'ma blow, damn, time to be my own man Bunch of fine hoes chillin', feelin' up the whole van I don't f**k 'em just 'cause they supportin' me, hell It's no biggy, they just lookin' for a story to tell No groupie gettin' glory, ain't doin' nothin' for me That's why I never let 'em stay the morning I just open up my eyes when I wake, and I bake On my grind, stayin' scruffy, never shavin' my face A lotta time on my hands, never takin' a break 'Cause Sheffy hit me up with some paper to make I'ma take my time, grind until the day I die My weed the flavor lime, gettin' high, chase the sky You see the paper [?] sh*t So please, keep your distance like an eighth grade dance, b*t*h Hahaha, chyeah See, man, sometimes I just like to Just spit, haha Crumblin' Erb and sh*t Big Jerm, you can cut that, uh, right about... here
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