New Faces v2 (ft. Earl Sweatshirt / Da$h)

Mac Miller

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    Yeah you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin'
    Of the song like a damn rapper
    Aww man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, damn
    In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga
    Before nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
    When it still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
    Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin'
    I ain't know we were on the cusp of the money
    Tryna get a few bucks under custody

    And my twin brothers was all syd's brothers
    So my kin gully and my skin toughened
    And thick lens coverin' my eyes now
    They bright, nigga, I'm just high now
    And if this a different way to clear my mind out
    I need to find out, I'm doing fine now
    And I don't look as stupid when I talk now
    And everybody at the show look astounded
    And posted up drowsy

    In the cut so much that it's pus 'round me
    Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours
    Smokin' out the pound,
    If your tux lousy then you can't sit with us, nah
    Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin
    Between you and all these fuck niggas
    Is about as large as it gets
    And you workin', givin' arm and a leg

    Say he workin' but he just talkin' cause he ain't workin'
    Like a long distance, bitch
    Who you know that's out that's harder than this?
    Chargin' niggas like a tomlison win, nigga
    Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
    Runnin' wild on the route that was picked
    When the clouds branch out
    I'm out with my face in the shallow, drownin' again

    I've been drownin' with this shallow soul
    Shallow soul, shallow soul
    You are drinkin' from a shallow soul
    Shallow soul, shallow soul
    Drugs got me feelin' like vigo carpathian
    Just look at the state he's in
    The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist
    That ain't suckin' corporate dick
    Said it with my balls in grip
    Other hand got a cork to hit
    All this ralph be the sportsmanship

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    Walked in and said I needed all the chips
    As well as the one on my shoulder
    Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
    Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas
    Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, soft
    A generation lost
    Facin', fakin' off
    Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
    And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
    You ain't superman while that cape was off
    Just clark, nigga, spittin' in his high rise

    Tryna see the bright side of life
    And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture
    It's like hard liquor, and see people are books
    So you judge a mothafucka by the first page
    And a bitch by the back cover
    The [?] long-sleeved, so the tats covered
    Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage
    They said my shit was so insane
    It was like cobain hit his last number

    Isn't he dizzy off the up's and down's
    Got a little whitney, put it in a blunt for now
    She was supposed to get me high, why the fuck I wanna die now?
    And I'm strung out on this dusty couch
    In a big white ugly house, I told the bitch slow down
    Stop runnin' your mouth
    You holdin' my money, just shut up and count
    My right nostril hasn't worked in a week
    Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheep
    Me, I'm swervin' in the jeep
    Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street

    How I'm playin' my shit'll wake a baby up
    I get her faded, but her back in the labia
    All my life I've been afraid of powder
    All my life I've been afraid of power
    Where did all that go?
    The long decision always called my phone
    Last supper I was fuckin' with the corleones
    I need somethin' stronger than a quarter zone
    That can save me from the war unknown
    Shoutout to soulo (soul!) and rest in peace alori joh
    The devil on the other side of the glory hole
    Any time, any place, you could bet I'ma eat

    Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road
    Look at all these new faces
    I see, I see, I see
    They're comin' on the plane but they're leavin' in suitcases
    Been a criminal before schedule digital
    Used the put the weed in the sole of my blue asics
    Hate myself up to strangers
    But the raps are just way too flagrant, so

    Here I go
    Throwin' up a prayer, it's a hail mary
    I've never been religious but
    I feel like the scripture's got it all there
    It's not just gypsies and fairies
    This could be my last breath
    I'ma take my time, cause I'ma
    Go out the same way I came in
    Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind

    You are standing in the shallow soul
    You are speaking with the shallow soul
    Shallow soul
    I've been drowning with this shallow soul
    Shallow soul, shallow soul
    You are drinking from a shallow soul
    Shallow soul, shallow soul

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    Composición: Mac Miller, Earl Sweatshirt y Da$H

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