Bill - Mac Miller feat Earl Sweatshirt & Bill

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]
And he's still so delusional
Stooping low as burials at funerals
F_cked the fame, dropped an album
Dipped with the recoupables
My hoodie up, hide my face cause I ain't not good enough
My b_tch stay my b_tch, so don't look
She keep that p_ssy tucked
Now things are looking up
Recommend the mescaline digesting your intestines
With intentions of a section? up
Heavens no, my head is high cause hell is cold
The b_tch I'm smashing into fashion
But I know the devil wear a leopard coat
Back when Johnny Carson was d_cking down Dolly Parton
Beg your pardon this my third life
I'm parking on the turnpikes
Searching for the circus lights
These demons never worked for Christ
Ain't f_ckin with no churches, we was all about that murder life
Samurai, murk you like you sure I'm nice
Syrup turn to purple Sprite, you find that sh_t that we already know
Sick of politickin, as they talkin, trying not to listen

On the real young goon?
Real young goon
I'm a real young goon

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
It's the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV park
So holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, n_gga
Salty tee off with us just know that T brought villain
My n_gga we all itching to see you dropped
And I don't wanna chop it up, I never front like I'm the nicest
Fame fazed him not the slightest, aim stainless touch your iris
Take paper out your pocket, just as sure as Toyo tires round
That f_cking little schisty clown is back in full effect
Little teeny tiny Sweat, he biting b_tches by the neck
Got my f_cking d_ck as long as lists of sh_t I should regret
I'm just a little bit depressed that's why the winter fit him best
I guess I'm biased to the cold, mix the Ritalin and sess
Because I like the highs and lows and I also like the checks
That I'm siphoning from shows, b_tch and triple six the set
Run it back, tight as Corey Duffel pants
Doing n_ggas dirty as the motherf_cking plunging cap
My main and my ex screaming like it's a habit
I move immune in between 'em because I'm diplomatic
Catch me in your city passive, cleaning up my sh_tty act
And b_tches say them gritty raps be making up for sh_t he lacking
Sixes and them kitty cats that got him missing Jerry's Thomas
Burpin' words that's hotter than the pocket where he carry chronic
Very awesome so spare the comments, I'm bi-coastal
Paid and chugging forties you n_ggas can keep your wine toasted
No high, no moving in that fine dutty wine motion
Load and tell a cop to s_ck a d_ck with my fly open, n_gga

[Verse 3: Bill]
Look, f_ck these written, I don't watch 106 and Park
I skate through the park in my 106s
Smoke blunts in the dark with some porno b_tches
You just see the spark in the blunts like I'm porno flickin
Got the hormones tripping, I'm also dripping
Daily breads tatted on my chest and my torso
And it's never gonna fade and like me eyes
So I got trip like Psilocybin, eyes wider than Ohio
I'm going global, what you ain't a local?
Going postal if you think we won't go through what you won't do
Watch the throne muthaf_cka cause we noted you
Older school Most Dope solider I got the pro with tools
Me and Clock get it in like we supposed
Just don't act like you know us
When you see us getting over views
You're older news, I choose to move over you
I watch like a boat, now I'm colder than a frozen you
You don't know where we're going so just hold the news
I never got over fake rappers and the overview
I'm not a rapper, I'm just scolding you
So go home, we folded you
Like wallets, I'm just holding you

You can't see me, when I'm rolling
I got that weed n_gga, so I'm swerving
N_ggas know me in the hood
N_ggas call me Tina Turner
Roll a... and get turnt up
N_gga we burnin, b_tch n_gga

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