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Dumb it Down (Freestyle)
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Mac Miller
Featuring(s) : Freestyle
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"Giving people what they love" Mac Miller (Uh, uh, dumb it down) What up, Q? (Dumb it down) What up, Jerm? (Dumb it down) I see y'all, man (Dumb it down) It go one, two, three and to the four Drums goin' bang, put holes in your flow Got 'em in the crowd, packed-tight [?] But the party stay goin' all night, open door It go one, two, three and to the four Drums goin' bang, put holes in your flow Got 'em in the crowd, packed-tight [?] But the party stay goin' all night, open door (Let 'em in) First class, y'all just secondary (Yep) At the bar, no I.D. necessary (Nah) Gettin' loose like untied shoes drink and I'm dumb high too Rock the cradle, liquor in the ladle Young boys head stay spinnin' like a dreidel (Like a dreidel) And hoes let me stick it like a staple (Uh?) Gettin' brain while I'm sittin' watchin' cable (Aha) And that's just the life I live You ain't ever met nobody quite like this (Uh-uh) I'm just a kid with a troublemaking nature Lookin' for a way to double up my paper Ayy, I ain't f**kin' wit'chu haters (Nah) The game's just hungry for some flavour (Take a bite) And I'm flavourful, I don't spend a day in school Treatin' every second of the day like it's April Fools (Aha) Bunch of shows in a row, call 'em Pay-per-view Have the whole crowd hollerin', "Raise the roof" Like it's '80 or '85 In the Shadow Lounge right by Shady's side Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep So, like I said before, I don't know nothin' about dumbin' sh*t down. Alright [?] What? What? What? What? What? [?] Ain't none of y'all better than Mac, riddle me that Competitors gotta give the kid a pat on the back I'm spazzy with rap, givin' honeys asthma attacks How I take their breath away then tell 'em pack up they bags Ayo, Mynd Tek, bring that back, ma'f**ker DJ Mynd Tek Ain't none of y'all better than Mac, riddle me that Competitors gotta give the kid a pat on the back I'm spazzy with rap, givin' honeys asthma attacks How I take their breath away then tell 'em pack up they bags (b*t*h) The girls still love me and it's havin' you mad (Uh-huh) 'Cause in the mornin' she gone leave my crib, catchin' a cab I feel bad, you can get a job fetchin' my bags Minimum wage, you can learn a lesson from that And Mac's still talkin' here in the third-person You heard certain I'm word servin' 'til the birds chirpin' (Birds chirpin') I don't rest, I'm awake, call me Adderall (Adderall) With the off the wall raps, call me racketball poison ivy on my basketball (What?) I can feel the money, I'ma have it, y'all (Okay) Pocket of fire, ain't stop 'til I'm high or At the crib with some hoes, chillin', watchin' The Wire (Aha) I see these other clowns and they gotta retire 'Cause wack music [?] is rotten, expired Here it make you feel like you just poppin' your tyres I just gotta enquire, "What the f**k is goin' on?" Uh (For real) That's what the f**k it is The High Life (Aha) Dumb it down Never I stay clever
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