Mac Miller - Jerry's Record Store Lyrics

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In your old man voice

Yeah a one two a one two

For one two

For one two

For one two

For one two

For one two

For one two

Uh uh nothin' but rhymes its quite simple

Hey its what I create to eliminate the hate

Illuminate the night in the lightning

Ufo sightings leave em unidentified

Steady I be getting high

You ain't got no herbal Im'a lend you mine

Its doctor ocotogon call him young phenomenon

I leave these rappers starving like its Ramadan

You are the wackest my style holographic

Had to put my city on the map shit

If you a fat kid go get active

If you a bad bitch then be a actress

Rap ease carnage my family ate the portage

Whore tricks flawless like trapeze artists

Take my life and put it in a photo album

How much money do I got? I don't know who's coutin'

Fake mouthafucka's round me I could do without them

You keepin' it a hundred I could use a thousand

Im comin' now call a truce

I got a lot but not to lose

I'm the shit makin hits call me Doctor Luke

And prescribing you a vibe for that awful mood

Why you sad all the time?

Jump off a roof

While I'm kicking it with Q-tip and ?

Tryna put me down well thats few tell woo shell

Supernatural message got you spooked out

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Believe in god but don't believe religion

Saying its the truth but never really listened

Thats another conversation though

Walking on the pavement home find a way to go

Maybe one might take the word Robert Frost

Blowin' out steam but its all exhaust

We comin for your dollars better call the cops

You want a war? we got a nuclear halocast

Yo E how many bars is that

Is it enough to give these haters all heart attacks

I been writin on the paper

Gave me carpal tunnel

Couple billion people are they all gon love you?

Hell no hell no

I be grindin though rain sleet hail snow

Sticking to my word like its Velcro

On some shell toes

What else yo

Dope shit go crazy

Kinda like the internet over Hov's baby

My girl tell me Mac you a wierdo

I guarantee that baby be a super hero

This ain't nothin but comes rhymes from my mind

That been stuck inside since the

Beginning of time

Chemical romance slow dance with no pants

If I got my eyes on her playa you got no chance

This some simple shit I'm sure they fear

I'm just trying to explore whats real

Child of the blues never liked school

Been miseducated so word to Laura hill

Music is my outlet walking through the polo store

In the studio wondering what I go home for

In my own world when I close the door

To the booth young and searching for the truth

Like that

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