Lyrics 45 By Mac Miller OnLine | Musica Rap

Mac Miller - 45 Lyrics

[Intro]
I can't rap

[Verse]
Okay, please make yourself right at home, tell Annie take the load off
Tell Joseph take his Technicolor coat off, see, I'm Hefner with the robe off
Flow is cold as Olaf, I put my cards all on the table, first I wipe the coke off, clean
All wins, no loss, locked in, goes off
Bad bitch, clothes off, no kids, low cost
Whiskey in my hand, whiskey in my hand, I be's in trouble
Somewhere seein' double, prolly p-pissin' in my pants
Okay, I can confess, I am a mess
Urge to slap somebody, got a serious case of hand Tourette's
Thеy label me a damaged thrеat
It started getting weird once I made more than both my parents' checks
It ain't shit though, my mom be makin' ten times the banana bread
The flows is goin' hammerhead, burnin' on the amber
You my man, is there on salmon red, I'm greater than Alexander
Most of these rappers need to stop, because they'll never make a jam again
End up forty-five, with just a Walkman and a camping tent
And you can buy my album out on CD, vinyl, and cassette
I ain't a rapper, haven't copped the Lambo or the Phantom yet
I give you more Mandy, yes, sorry ‘bout that corny bar
But white girls still in middle school been most of my support thus far
Cook meth in this horse's barn, not as bad as your things are
Most of you are eating food that started on a torture farm
All the hours watching porn, I'm somethin' like a porno star
That makes me a master thief for stealing iPhone cords from cars
This is for an eagle, on my second shot and four is par
She bicycle my dick, tell me it's longer than the Tour de France
One day inside Pittsburgh, take your kids to see McCormick Park