Testo Malibu - Mac Miller
Testo della canzone Malibu (Mac Miller), tratta dall'album Mac Miller
The good time can be a trap, oh, yeah? Ha-ha-ha
Oh, hell no (yeah, yeah), not here (stück scheiße)
Check myself into rehab (yeah)
Yeah
Um, I might die before I detox
(You piece of shit) now that's a bar
I'ma save that one for a lil' bit (you piece of shit)
But let me come in with-with somethin' else, you feel me? (Yeah, yeah, here we go)
It's Air Jordan on my flip-flops (whoo)
And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop (k-ch, blaow)
I might die before I detox
This ain't high school, no little Asian I can cheat off (mimi-mimi-mimi-mimi)
We keep chiefin' while police watch (whoo)
Loss in vibration, sirens blowin' up the weed spot (ha, yeah)
The Heisman hopefuls all growin' up to be cops
Chasin' after gangstas, but they never find the G-spot (oh)
I'm recordin' like I'll die tomorrow (die)
At the rate I'm gettin' high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow (find)
But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow (oh my God)
As she cries in sorrow (oh my God)
She just needs some time to borrow, she'll be smilin' by tomorrow
Everything will be so fine tomorrow (yeah)
Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow
Come say hi to Morrow (hello)
Well, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit (huh)
Well, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Here I am (huh, huh)
Oh, I know you see me (huh, huh)
Here I am (huh, huh), yeah
And I'll be damned if this ain't some shit, but here I am
I'm the only suicidal motherfucker wit' a smile on (ching)
Let's hold hands and sing the Bible, that's a violent psalm (huh)
The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along
Everybody grab a fuckin' number, this a dilation (mimi-mimi-mi, huh)
(Kill me) oh, I'm the bomb (hell yeah, huh)
Literally back away, I'm the bomb (ka-plow, huh)
Let me get my lion on (growl, huh)
Yeah, okay (huh, huh)
85 grand get you a heavy-ass wrist (bling)
They ain't killin', they just yellin', that's it (wah)
A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff (uh)
On the phone, prolly yellin' at Rich (come on, man)
Say, double the money (double the money), please, double the money (double the money)
Triple the problems (huh), double the money (word)
They was all laughin', wasn't that funny? (Hahahaha)
I started fuckin' with drugs, and now I'm a junkie (huh)
The U-S of A, I fuck with my country (salute)
But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie (oh, oh)
I'm thinkin' 'til my brain pops, spittin' is a cakewalk (whoa)
I'm just a rapper, guess I'm stickin' to my day job (whoo)
Wiz gettin' faded, come and kick it at a bakeshop (huh)
Everything is A-1, steak sauce (huh, huh, hahaha)
(Oh, thank God) God-damn it (thank God, huh)
Thank God (huh, huh)
Here I am, and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit (huh)
(Here I am, and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit)
Huh, huh
Huh, huh
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Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick
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