08 Mac Miller - Therapy 09 Mac Miller - Polo Jeans (Feat. Earl Sweatshirt & Ab-Soul) 10 Mac Miller - Happy Birthday 11 Mac Miller - Wedding 12 Mac Miller - Funeral 13 Mac Miller - Diablo 14 Mac Miller - Ave Maria 15 Mac Miller - 55 (Feat. Thundercat) 16 Mac Miller - San Francisco 17 Mac Miller - Colors And Shapes 18 Mac Miller - Insomniak (Feat. Faces finds Mac Miller embracing a typical 2010s rapper trope: the exploratory between-album mixtape. Over an hour and a half, he advances on his last LP's heady sprawl with a palette stretching. Mac Miller may have been one of 2012's most stylish celebrities, but don't get it twisted—the Pittsburgh rapper is far from a clotheshorse. 'I don't really think about what brand I'm wearing. Mac Miller 'Polo Jeans': I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead Woke up from the com. Mac Miller - Polo Jeans (feat. Earl Sweatshirt) Lyrics. Verse 1: Mac Miller I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead Woke up from the coma pulled up in a.
[Intro:]
Damn you rabbit, you smell like fucking piss!
Yeah, no fucks when I go nuts
You can kiss my ass
Give no fucks when I go nuts
'Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa, yeah
Fucking rabbit!
Damn you rabbit, you smell like fucking piss!
Yeah, no fucks when I go nuts
You can kiss my ass
Give no fucks when I go nuts
'Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa, yeah
Fucking rabbit!
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I give no fucks when I go nuts
'Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa, dead
Woke up from a coma
Poured up with a soda, smoked, went back to bed
Never thought I'd be such a loner
I tell my bitch that I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog
I'mma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier
So cold bro, fuck pneumonia
All my bitches got love for Sosa
I just wanna fuck Rosa Acosta
Then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling
Everybody worried that the lights might kill them
Uh, via sight slipping
Long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went through a half ounce of coke
Blood pouring all out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem
I'm fucking high-ly publicized
When the sun go down, I come alive
'Cause the guns go off in the summer time
The guns go off in the summer time, blaow
I give no fucks when I go nuts
'Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa, dead
Woke up from a coma
Poured up with a soda, smoked, went back to bed
Never thought I'd be such a loner
I tell my bitch that I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog
I'mma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier
So cold bro, fuck pneumonia
All my bitches got love for Sosa
I just wanna fuck Rosa Acosta
Then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling
Everybody worried that the lights might kill them
Uh, via sight slipping
Long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went through a half ounce of coke
Blood pouring all out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem
I'm fucking high-ly publicized
When the sun go down, I come alive
'Cause the guns go off in the summer time
The guns go off in the summer time, blaow
[Hook: Mac Miller]
This another motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All-all-all I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't-don't-don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Whoa
This another motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All-all-all I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't-don't-don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Whoa
[Interlude]
The rabbit can kiss my ass
Come on, let's go man
I hate you
Fucking rabbit! Kill his ass!
I don't like rabbits coming to my fucking house, I kill 'em
Come on, let's go man
I hate you
Fucking rabbit! Kill his ass!
I don't like rabbits coming to my fucking house, I kill 'em
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite 'cause there's niggas that overlooked me
Forever, I'm more content with dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts
And don't approach me with nothing that isn't money or breakfast
I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot of options
15 on me for soda and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older initials
Been rap game tighter than boa constrictors
Rolling stone like a boulder raving
I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick
At my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me a-drift
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite 'cause there's niggas that overlooked me
Forever, I'm more content with dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts
And don't approach me with nothing that isn't money or breakfast
I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot of options
15 on me for soda and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older initials
Been rap game tighter than boa constrictors
Rolling stone like a boulder raving
I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick
At my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me a-drift
[Hook: Mac Miller]
This another motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All-all-all I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't-don't-don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
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This another motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All-all-all I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't-don't-don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
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[Outro: Ab-Soul]
It's the official drug user, Soulo
It's Ab-Soul, jack.. listen, yo!
It's the official drug user, Soulo
It's Ab-Soul, jack.. listen, yo!
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Mac Miller:
I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa then
Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier
So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck
Roast up coaster then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went through the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high
Leave proper size, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time
Blaow
I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa then
Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier
So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck
Roast up coaster then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went through the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high
Leave proper size, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time
Blaow
Mac Miller:
This another motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
This another motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Earl Sweatshirt:
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for soda and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older initials
Been rap game tighter than boa constricters
Rolling stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
Scowl turned black and the carriers could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for soda and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, ST was the older initials
Been rap game tighter than boa constricters
Rolling stone like a Boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
Scowl turned black and the carriers could pick
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift
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