Planecarboat (feat. Schoolboy Q)

Mac Miller

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    It’s a plane, it’s a car, it’s a boat
    A planecarboat
    A planecarboat
    It’s a plane, it’s a car, it’s a boat
    A planecarboat, a planecarboat
    A planecarboat, a planecarboat

    Q, My pants gon sag forever, my top gon drop whenever
    My gun gon shoot whatever, your ho gon love me bruh
    Richard James rag, that pussy came fast
    All of this Balmain, look like I fell out a plane
    Walkin’ on water, impressin’ your daughter
    Nothing to be it's a button for me
    You got a key and them twentys is weak
    Lookin’ like you done got that from the auction
    When did you floss and (lose that shit)?
    Not a scent, late for rent (broke bitch)
    Your wife had an ass-clap contest
    All the home girls tryna fuck me after
    Give me head and turn me to a conscience rapper
    I could tell you how the world begun ‘em
    Virgin Mary slutty sister’s son
    At birth I was meant to come
    Take over the world and fornicate with girls and
    Dog on these kitties' pearls, it was on point like Earl’s and
    Shit is easy as 1 2 to the 3
    Can’t make out what could it be
    Look up up up it'll be

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    It’s a plane, it’s a car, it’s a boat
    A planecarboat
    A planecarboat
    It’s a plane, it’s a car, it’s a boat
    A planecarboat, a planecarboat
    A planecarboat, a planecarboat

    You can taste the wind ridin’ in the foreign with the titties out
    Shit a million out, you just chillin’ at your bitch’s house
    She on prescriptions trippin’ itchin’ for a different dick to mount
    I’m givin’ out some dick to mouth resuscitation (breathe bitch)
    The meanest genius, my style seamless I’m dope as fuck
    Release my thesis, a piece on demons who spoke of love
    Openly cope with emotion, only the strong survive
    Along with my personified dog and my bionic eyes
    Life a cartoon, turn it up, you probably heard of us
    We murderers and you curious what the verdict was
    Release me please or believe the evil is coming for ya
    It’s me and a hundred warriors armed with swords and we sorcerers
    Singin’ Gloria the morning that your abortion come
    And so it goes, guess I'm in love I suppose
    We fuckin’ these hoes, bitch I’mma jump on your bones
    Reach in and pull out your soul like (Jesus)

    It’s a plane, it’s a car, it’s a boat
    A planecarboat
    A planecarboat
    It’s a plane, it’s a car, it’s a boat
    A planecarboat, a planecarboat
    A planecarboat, a planecarboat

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