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Datos de Mac Miller Nombre Verdadero: Malcolm James McCormickNombre Artístico: Mac MillerDonde Nació: Pittsburgh, Pensilvania, Estados UnidosFecha de Nacimiento: 19 de enero de 1992Muerte: 07 de septiembre de 2018 (26 años)Donde murió: California, Estados UnidosNacionalidad: EstadounidenseGénero(s): Hip hop, rapActividad: 2007 - 2018Instrumentos: VozOcupación: MC, raperoDisquera(s): Warner Bros RecordsOtros Nombres: Easy Mac, EZ Mac, Cam Rellim, Larry Fisherman, Larry Lovestein, The Velvet RevivalPágina Oficial: www.macmillerswebsite.comRedes Sociales:Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube .'
'. ¿Quién fue Mac Miller? Malcolm James McCormick, más conocido por su nombre artístico Mac Miller, fue un rapero estadounidense que nació en Pittsburgh, Pensilvania, Estados Unidos, el 19 de enero de 1992 y falleció el 7 de septiembre de 2018. También fue un músico autodidacta, tocaba el piano, el bajo, la guitarra y la batería. Ha destacado como productor bajo el seudónimo Larry Fisherman. Niñez, Juventud y Vida Familiar Hijo de Karen Meyers, una
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Mac Miller - Sleep Lyrics


Sleep

Catch me on a drunk night, throwing up a dirt bike
English dikes on the back and they screaming, "Fuck life!"
To be honest, only f*** twice
My drug jacket got the thug stripes
I'm glad they hate me, they ain't love Christ or Mike Jordan either
Dip my blunts in ether, chase the last name of Aretha
When they hear me through the speakers
Man these niggas know I mean it
The mannerisms of a genius, models down to seen it
The flow is scenic, the ho is black, the car is European
Cream soda when we put the lean in
F*** your team, your clique, whatever you banging
I come through blunt lit, bucket low, nuts hanging
Like ni*** what? Nigga yawk! Niggas know me
The fuc*** dollar, crossed to the dark side so it's f*** Obi Kenobi
You active, motherfuc*** then show me
I tell your fuc*** wife to blow me
Nigga, it's still f*** you (Still f*** you)

Yo, still searching for Easter pink on Easter Sunday
Black lip pastor Herb done lit the herb and passed it your way
Master with the nouns and verbs, you haven't heard the wordplay?
I'm the most def here, shouts to black Dante
The stakes is high, who'd like to climb on my gate
Live from the last name of Kanye
I heard your whoop de whoop and blase blases
So when I cut you off consider Kendrick Lamar
You know it's all in the family tree
The helix of my DNA should read T-D-E, what can I say?
I left a acid tab for Da$h on his dashboard
I hope he don't crash trying to dash for it
Your bitch fuc*** like, like I paid cash for it
Motherfucker, Soul!

It's Young Fisherman sinking in Lake Michigan
Innocence, voice of an angel, so Minnie Riperton
Getting lit exquisite bitch, live from the Wimbledon
Still sinning as Bill Clinton, that's ill pimping
She butt-naked swimming, I'm paying her no attention
Workaholic, got a TV show, I know you seen the crib
Nasty since a younging it's unsanitary birth
Watch this beat get buried in a hearse, yeah I kill myself
Mac hippy analog, rap midi turn the cameras off
I made you snap, I'll slap your bandana off
Your bitch greet me like I'm Santa Claus
Mouth wide, I'm high as a satellite see
I'm in ancient Greece getting head from Aphrodite
Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whities actin' like me
I set the bar high, this a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde
In plaid pants, hit a hole in one on the par 5
Eyes closed drinking whiskey, let the car drive
These hoes thirsty, see the dick and they large-eyed

Never gave a dollar to the pastor
Hoes can't get inside my home without the password
My past worth was measured by those who got less then now
Safe to say you motherfuck*** know you like my style
Paved the way for they new found vision
Now they mad at a ni***, call me dad when you preaching boy
Never one for tripping, find me full-speed sprinting
While they yelling coldchain
Please tell me what it is and what it ain't
Niggas sniffling, catching feelings while I'm laughing to the bank
Chasing bitches that they'll probably never get, what a shame
Meanwhile I'll be sitting in this critical acclaim
Walking drowsy off a plane, drinking water in the rain
With your daughter trying to garnish her brain for future reference
I'm some shit you'll never see in the game
And if I could I'd explain, but this right here's the end

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