Mac Miller

Songwriter: Mac Miller

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the, yeah
Welcome to the, yeah
Welcome to the, yeah
Yeah, um, yeah, okay

[Verse 1]
Welcome to the free mind
I pick you up from times that got you feelin' on a decline
Now we the giants, fee-fi
Just had to get some me time
Bitch, I ain't no average Joe, I'm motherfuckin' G.I
The weak spine can go to hell
I'm overwhelmed, can't even pick the car I wanna drive
Often times, we fear the disappointment from our father's eyes
Far cry to heaven, longer ride back home
Unconnect, a mind felon, never talk on phones
And fuck regret, we the legends when we hot or cold
I'm old-fashioned, very closed, and polka dot my soul, yeah
I made adjustments, I'm just gettin' started
Why the fuck I feel like brushin', like a sweep, or a snare roll?
How do I bear the weight to those I can't know?
Give light like a lamp post, and fix me up a ham roast
Everybody clap your hands for
The Wizard and the Tin Man, and the Lion and the Scarecrow

[Chorus]
There he goes again, standing on his toes again
You are not alone, my friend
If this feels like home, why don't you come on in? ([?])
Have that glass of wine, share some laughs to pass the time
There's snakes in the grass, there's snakes in the grass

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I hate the power she got over me
I'm Bukowski writin' poetry
Hold on to imaginary rosaries
Put away your own beliefs
Guess we ain't the same
But we all came from Mother Earth's ovaries
Rabid dog, show my teeth, eat a motherfucker whole
Chewin' on your crunchy bones, spit out your disgusting soul
Homie, we don't love them hoes
Yes, we do, but fuck 'em though
Tell the doctor that my medicine can probably up the dose
I'm not there, but fuckin' close
Oh my god, I'm fuckin' close
Bitch, you ain't no fuckin' judge
But this my blood, I'm under oath
Shit, I guess it's just the way it goes
Yeah, better go and smell the roses if you wanna tell the world about 'em
I'm in my imagination, there's a world around 'em
And when they hate, eliminate 'em like you never knew 'em
Save me from my execution

[Chorus]
There he goes again, standing on his toes again
You are not alone, my friend
If this feels like home, why don't you come on in? ([?])
Have that glass of wine, share some laughs to pass the time
There's snakes in the grass, there's snakes in the grass

Malcolm James McCormick (Jan. 19, 1992 – Sept. 7, 2018), who performed as Mac Miller, was an American rapper and producer from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Since releasing his first mixtape at just 15 years old, he became one of the leaders of the new school of young and highly talented “weirdos.”

Mac’s credibility in the rap game increased ten-fold and resulted in a slew of quality releases, including 2012’s Macadelic mixtape, his second studio album Watching Movies With The Sound Off, and his critically-acclaimed 2014 mixtape Faces.

He had multiple alter-egos, most notably his producer alias Larry Fisherman and his sick and twisted pitched-up persona (à la Quasimoto,) Delusional Thomas.

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