[Mac Miller]
Yeah, these are sounds of the earth tones, alcoholic dad carpenter to my bird home, how they come from birth stones and I'm fallin' through a wormhole, Geronimo, oh
I could for sure go to hell cause I feel the fire on my torso, shoot up the award show, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump
Yeah, last track alerts on your head like mad hatters, abstract ever, bullies to you backpackers, goin' crazy detoxin' at the nutcracker flexible bitch she let me fuck backwards what matters? Land of the blunt passers, land of the drug dealers, unreal, bulletin' up beat the rim to cornmeal, stand behind the force field, raps are unlimited it's not definitive infinite arithmetic