Generation (feat. Jared Evan & Mac Miller)

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    Mac Miller:
    These.. Generations, combination of generations
    Levitating through matrixes
    Baby, heaven's waiting
    I feel naked, consider the fact that hell is vacant
    The temptation was just your imagination
    Listen, we know the feeling like a nursery rhyme
    Blood rushes to the head make a burgundy mind
    News anchor, I channel Ron Burgundy's mind
    Cut the lights, turn your church to a shrine
    Now you blind, so
    Fuck the cops if your daddy one, fuck ya pops
    I hate the personality but girl I love the box
    Something's off, they popping a penicillin
    I'm illin', your paper thin as Sicilian crust
    Warning civilians are aiming adhere, they killin' us
    Still I must continue to venture into outer space
    You got [my dick] inside your mouth tell me how it taste
    I'm not, I'm just, I'm just saying...

    Jared Evans:
    Cause we all meant for something
    Even though we feel like we're nothing
    Because it's our generation, oh
    Our generation, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    (Our gene', our gene', our generation)

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    Rapsody:
    Yo, fisherman buckets, double cups
    I only lean on family and double on my dutch
    Generation hope faith is tomorrow's trust
    Land of milk and honey
    All the boys found it inside a bus
    Only lust for the feeling of large city's dust
    I could pierce the night with a light
    Bright as a delta's tusk
    We either shine through it or not
    Where your block
    Whether east or west
    We don't go stressing unless it's cops, shit
    Justice ain't for us
    I've come to that conclusion
    Wildin' out in my mind
    They lost in they illusions
    Uh, dear Momma say, my Momma sigh
    We die too young, she told me have fun
    YOLO lie
    She told me try, I had no time
    Go for broke
    Life deep, but unlike a reef I could stay afloat
    Never drown, say something profound by the pound
    We keep a lot of soul
    Like Kenneth Cole walking through the town
    My generation yes, my generation no
    My generation ain't stressing
    Burning that chemical
    Higher pinnacle when I pen a flow of this magnitude
    My third eye off the hour of all this on the news
    In the battle they rattled to see a Black and Jew
    Stand for the lives of all that died like me and you
    We don't see color or class, we more powerful
    Generation change, we rearranging they attitude

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