Class Acts

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Hold up now what the fuck is you telling me?
 Five retail thefts and I almost caught a felony
 Hedonistic writtens rather fine and so heavenly
 It's in between my two ears so clear its where the Devil breathes
 Sensor regret correct steps and I'll never forget
 A pen, thoughts, a notebook, now my chemistry set
 We claim to be ourselves, no identity theft
 And if everyone's the realest, what percentage is left?
 My life is getting busy call me Mr. on the go
 I'm kicking vicious predictions and picking different roads
 Keep the Mrs on her toes with kisses under mistletoes
 We fighting wreck inside until officially the whistle blows
 A thousand ain't enough for me of course I need more
 The direction I was headed has ended I took a detour
 I couldn't run that play I had to call an audible
 My novel correlates to my chronicles now I'm plausible
 From my block to your block, to saying I'm a sure thing
 Once again she's out my life I'm watching as the door swings
 Oh, well I guess I'll take it as it comes
 Ex heaven to smoking choking until I got some vacant lungs
 No opinion here I'm giving you brass facts
 The marijuanas prevalent having a last laugh
 Imma give it to you straight pure crack and thats that
 Me and Mac rap on tracks consider it some class acts
 Hey
 If you don't know me homie that's great
 Cause I be travelin in and outta state
 Trynna make a little bit of green paper
 Following my dream yea this life gets better
 But it ain't all what it seems
 They say "Mac is a dollar gonna kill ya"
 Trynna get the gold when they died I get the silver
 And if you don't know me you oughta be familiar
 The name Mac Miller from the home of the Steelers
 With these weaves homie you should Cecilia
 You don't know Pete Rock, you don't know Dilla
 You don't know L, you don't know music
 You don't really love this you kinda just use it
 Trynna make a buck so you can get a car
 Fuck a Saturn, you wanna be a star
 Fuck Wendy's you want a Bentley
 But everything here ain't so friendly (ha ha)
 From my block to your block, to saying I'm a sure thing
 Once again she's out my life I'm watching as the door swings
 Oh well I guess I'll take it as it comes
 Ex heaven smoking choking until I got some vacant lungs
 No opinion here I'm giving you brass facts
 The marijuanas prevalent having a last laugh
 Imma give it to you straight pure crack and thats that
 Me and Mac rap on tracks consider it some class acts
 Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages
 I've paid heavy wages through prayer I called a savior
 Let's discuss resentments OK I've had a few
 Once again a straightjacket inside of a padded room
 But she's ridiculous but dick lick and clit she's gone dyke
 I tried breaking the law but I can't even do wrong right
 What you know about hard days and long nights
 I stay posted up I never left the job site
 And yea your styles cool but obsolete like Morse code
 I scratch my head I'm standing at the fork in the road
 Now I can go left or right so I guess I'm ambidextrous
 I swear I'm supposed to be here man second check the guest list
 And check the method, reckless I'm impressive and respected
 I've reflected and recollected all my weapons of deflection
 Take the game to new heights, take a gamble with two dice
 This dude's nice, I bruise mics while giving you true life
 From my block to your block, to saying I'm a sure thing
 Once again she's out my life I'm watching as the door swings
 Oh well I guess I'll take it as it comes
 Ex heaven smoking choking until I got some vacant lungs
 No opinion here I'm giving you brass facts
 The marijuanas prevalent having a last laugh
 Imma give it to you straight pure crack and thats that
 Me and Mac rap on tracks consider it some class acts
 

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Duration
04:00
Tempo
80 BPM

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