Lyrics Pussy Money God By Mac Miller OnLine | Musica Rap

Mac Miller - Pussy Money God Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Who arrives?
Who am I to try to, please you
I just don't need you
Who arrives? Too high
Who am I to try to please you, girl I don't need you
Suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide
What the fuck's up with all these questions?
You know damn well you ain't got answers
Pistol on my temple, murder in my temple
Tears fallin' to denial, [?]
Tears fallin' to denial, what can I do to make her smile?
Nothing, nothing
She don’t want nothing, but her
But her, but her, but–

[Bridge]
Everything that I drive just doesn't work
Everything that we build just doesn’t work
Everything that we fix still doesn't work
The show must go on, on, on, on
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Yeah, nothin' more pretty than a stupid soul
So beautiful, me I'm right here at my funeral
If you don't mind, can you please turn to page two?
If you don't mind, can you please turn to page two?
I hate you, yeah
I love to say I hate you, yeah
Love to say that I'm gon' mate you, yeah
But all I had to say was thank you, so thank you
Yeah, um
God damn this rap game, this rap game
With all this money, hard to act sane
Yeah, turn the whole world to my own little ashtray
This way, that–a–way
This way, that–a–way
Push you, pull me
(Now you want to use me)
Yeah, fuck your life girl, forget your duties
All the problems they gone, once I see that booty
Oh ain't nothin' like those happy endings
What's happenin' girl, why you pretending?
[Bridge]
Pussy, money, weed
Anything extra, well that's just extra

[Chorus]
Pussy, money, god
Pussy–pussy, money, god
All I need is pussy, money, god
Pussy–pussy, money, god
Just pussy, money, god

[Post-Chorus]
And a little bit of family
Fuck sanity

[Outro]
(Yawn)
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Well, this cigarette over, clover