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Mac Miller - On Some Real Shit Pt 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
Like this
So a lot of the time
We have fun and shit with this rap shit, right?
But sometimes, we just be sittin' there
You just gotta write somethin' that, that mean somethin' to you
More than just havin' fun, you feel me?
So this is that
Uh-uh, look, uh, yeah

[Verse]
Recently, life hasn't seemed complete
Try and speak the truth on each and every beat
I ain't in the streets or strugglin' to eat
I'm just stuck in a battle with defeat
I gotta go to school, get a good education
That's just society's expectations
What do I do when I'm feelin' so down?
No more friends, so I sit up in my house
Think about the cars, glory, and success
Momma just hopin' that I try my best
But she scared to let me fly from the nest
Wanna leave a legacy before I reach death
I got my whole life ahead of me to figure out my destiny
Accomplish somethin' 'fore I rest in peace
The troubles that I reach seem to mess with me
Can't keep me up, can't rest, can't sleep (Like this)
Breath go weak, heart go cold
Body feel numb, think I lost my soul
I don't know what the fuck I can do, right?
Try and live life, but attached to this mic
Light in the tunnel start to shine so bright
Wanna change the world with the rhymes I write
Uh, feelin' worthless, guzzlin' this gin
Wonder what's my purpose, somethin' I pretend
I'm just in search for a brother or a friend
Growin' up well 'cause the color of my skin?
What can I say to that? I can't take it back
It's just the love that made me rap
Feelin' like a QB, try and take a snap
Start my life, just feel great, relax
'Cause happiness, you can't pay for that
Mind lost, lookin' for a place to crash
Now I'm back on my own, still rappin' these poems
And my eyes stay attached to the phone
But she ain't callin', she forgot
Some irony been added to the plot
They told me not to love, but I ain't listen
So now I'm missin' her and dissin' other women
My best friends is some forties and L's
I keep forgettin' all these little-bitty stories to tell
They think 'cause I rhyme, I'm like the other kind
Trapped in the times, don't even got a mind
But I'm sublime and so wise
We grind to climb, please rise
And pay respect to the dead
Go 'head, let 'em rest in they bed
We still gotta live, 'cause that's life
It just don't feel right
[Outro]
You know what I'm sayin'?
One take that, just come in the booth
And just speak, you know what I'm sayin'?
A'ight, Mac Miller