About "Blue Slide Park" album:
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"Blue Slide Park" by Mac Miller, which was released in 2011 and consists of 15 songs.
Blue Slide Park
Hey, I got these Ray-Ban shades, kinda look like something Lennon would
It seems like now I got a couple bags whenever I shop
Louie shoes, Polo socks, some name brand dumb shit
Logo never make a man, but I'm still blowing thousands on it
No clue what I'm calling my album
Fans be at my van screaming, calling me Malcom
Never knew the outcome be this much cash now
Bank account looking like a George Young stash house
Young and acting out, the topics that I rap about
Diamonds & Gold
She keep on gettin' played like it's recess
Break her heart's a reflex
She want to hit the beach, and show her titties down in Key West
Someone leave her cryin' all the time and now she finally out of Kleenex
Sick of dudes not givin' her the respect, cause really she a genius
A CEO, tryin' to be on top of loans, she don't keep them close
She been waitin' for the opportunity to be a boss
Tough bitch, probably would've thought she played lacrosse
Sick of bein' soft with her heart broken all the time
Want some money, tired of f-ckin' dudes
From a distance, you can see the passion in my eyes
When they mention anything I ever done, I never could envision
My thoughts become vindictive
I'm caught up in a minute so I'm sorry if you miss me!
He yo, a less no, but message wrong, so we will never be...
I'm stressing slow and extra flow, cause I don't wanna see you leave
We're stuck inside a box I guess it's time we...
I... when the time is stopping until then I just find my spot
I had it all just like my...
I try to... but you don't see how far the apple falls.
Frick Park Market
Uh let me get, uh turkey sandwich
Uh, lettuce, tomato (bitch)
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
My name Mac Miller, who the f-ck are you?
Well my crew too live but I ain't Uncle Luke
And I ain't no hipster, girl I can make your hips stir
From Pittsburgh, smoke papers or a swisher
Welcome to the Cam Rellim chronicles
Cam Erlim, is that it?
Oh no, Cam Rellim, haha
Cam Rellim at your service, with these verses
Ay yo I'm park bench chillin', burger patty grillin'
Everybody love to say my name is Rumpelstiltskin
Call up Wolfgang Puck, tell me come and bring a mill in
My stomach full, I'll go against the world like Scott Pilgrim
Man In The Hat
Boy you're fool, wonder what's cool
Tryna to figure out what the rhyme about
I heard your mans went crying to his mommy and his daddy
When the cops drove by his house
So who you tryna doubt
If you lookin' for an answer, you probably gonna find it now
And to the man in the hat standing looking at his watch
Motherf-cker, what the time is now?
Don't clap your hands,
Let me hear you say that's a jam
Long days, longer nights
You keep startin' fights
Think you always right
Call you up to tell you I ain't comin' home tonight
Say you wanna leave me
It's just talkin' but I know you might
Now get along, now get along, now go
You sing along, now every song you know
You play your part, I'm playin' mine
You breakin' hearts, ain't breakin' mine
Wanna crown now ready my shit
Sharks swimming in the water you'll get tossed in
Fuck first class I'm in the cockpit
It's obnoxious that's bobbing up my car
... shake you down in the... from my...
On the street they can hear me pretty clearly
... in the night what your daddy pulling nearly
See a little style I got my... always rock a smile
Never a distraction grab a mercedes cameras when I'm baggin
But a single lady yeah I did a little...
Of The Soul
Don't even know what's in my head anymore though
Figured out I ain't gonna go to college... so
Fucking girls but I never kept the door closed
Want you all to hear the way I put it in her torso
I ain't normal, I'm clinically insane
I guess it's the result of drugs that entering my brain
All the sudden every legend keep on mentioning my name
All that doesn't show me that my life would never be the same
Police try and figure out how to get me locked up
I... dark nuts
One Last Thing
Everybody wanna ask, where I came from?
Young kid who bang drums, money don't you worry I'mma make some
Somebody changin' the world, it only takes one
Never scared of death, but I ain't ready for that day to come
A million people in the world, I don't hate one
Even them dummies Robbin people with some fake guns
Make mistakes young boy, that's just what I heard
And you don't ever figure out what you don't want at first
I got another verse, invincible and nothing hurts
Party On Fifth Ave
I think I see where you're goin' with this one E
Hey, hey, been around the world and back, yeah I did that
Still kick raps in cars and packs, so where's my kids at?
And everybody hatin' sounded funnier than Sinbad
I'm I'll as the pills that they give you when you collapse
This, that, the other, kiss your mother with that mouth?
We the kids that she warned you about
We just storm in your house open doors through a cloud
Hey ten thousand dollar hands
Looking down the plan
My fans still the only people that ever know me for who I am
Damn got me asking when I got this fly
The type of change because I'm famous
I'm just not that guy still sipping on my forty when the cast on by
When I go gotta tell my girl stop don't cry
See I I've been buying this diamonds
All designer clothes and the... just to drive in
Autographs sell em must got my head f*ck that
I just be like fuck you, what you need?
You can't get nothin' from me
You was talkin' shit, now I'm somebody you would love to be
I'mma do my thing until the day the reaper come for me
You can keep on grillin', I'mma smile back, smile back
Tell them hater's
[Verse 1: mac miller]
Call your army, bring your tanks, I'mma big boy with a big boy bank
Under The Weather
I bet it must be nice chilling every day
Not really doin' shit, a couple million in the bank
I'm working all the time, never getting me a break
Fuck it, that's fine, not a minute go to waste
I just wanna be a legend, every second I got to be going in
A part of me want to chill, but a part of me want to win
No college paying my bills, I'm saying just what it feels
Cause haters be looking stupid when you just keepin it real
I got too much on my mind to care about the internet bullshit
Up All Night
1, 2, 3 Go.
Hey, hey, hey...
Fill it up, fill it up! [x4]
Let me get another cup please
I ain't driving home, so you can have my keys
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