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Mac Miller - Class Acts Lyrics

[Verse 1: Colicchie]
Hold up, now what the fuck is you tellin' 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 it's 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 gettin' busy, call me Mr. On The Go
I'm kickin' vicious predictions and pickin' different roads
Keep the missus on her toes with kisses under mistletoes
We fight and reconcile 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

[Chorus: Colicchie]
From my block to your block, to sayin' I'm a sure thing
Once again, she's out my life, I'm watchin' as the door swings
Oh well, I guess I'll take it as it comes
Exhalin' the smoke and chokin' 'til I got some vacant lungs
No opinion here, I'm givin' you brass facts
The marijuana's prevalent, havin' a last laugh
I'ma give it to you straight, pure crack and that's that
Me and Mac rap on tracks, considered some class acts
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Hey
If you don't know me, homie, that's great
'Cause I be travelin' in and outta state
Tryna make a little bit of green paper, followin' my dream
Yeah, this life gets better, but it ain't all what it seem
They say, "Mac, the dollar gonna kill ya"
Tryna get the gold when they thought I'd 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 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
Tryna 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 (Haha)

[Chorus: Colicchie]
From my block to your block, to sayin' I'm a sure thing
Once again, she's out my life, I'm watchin' as the door swings
Oh well, I guess I'll take it as it comes
Exhalin' the smoke and chokin' 'til I got some vacant lungs
No opinion here, I'm givin' you brass facts
The marijuana's prevalent, havin' a last laugh
I'ma give it to you straight, pure crack and that's that
Me and Mac rap on tracks, considered some class acts
[Verse 3: Colicchie]
Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages
I've paid heavy wages through prayer, I called the savior
Let's discuss resentments, okay, I've had a few
Once again, a straitjacket inside of a padded room
But she's ridiculous, but dick lick and clit, she's gone dyke
I tried breakin' 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 yeah, your style's cool but obsolete like Morse code
I scratch my head, I'm standin' 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 givin' you true life

[Chorus: Colicchie]
From my block to your block, to sayin' I'm a sure thing
Once again, she's out my life, I'm watchin' as the door swings
Oh well, I guess I'll take it as it comes
Exhalin' the smoke and chokin' 'til I got some vacant lungs
No opinion here, I'm givin' you brass facts
The marijuana's prevalent, havin' a last laugh
I'ma give it to you straight, pure crack and that's that
Me and Mac rap on tracks, considered some class acts