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[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Yeah, I'm eating shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca

Bumping Flocka, fuck the drama

Marijuana been as calming as the fucking Dalai Lama

Your style common as a little league sponsor from retarded kids' fathers

I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth

Talk about my money, please, some feelings might just get hurt

This the same effect, and less words

Chilling with this asshole who calls himself Sweatshirt (That's me, it's ya boy)

This might be some of my best work

Let these bitches dive in, head first

Applying pressure when I put together letters

I'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter

These hidden treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in Alaska

Your raps are corny as Nebraska

Lacksa-daisical bars, my throwaways will trash ya

High as NASA on acetone, acid foam

Talking trash like John McEnroe

You a little bitch, that's what the fucking Cabbage Patch is for

Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult

Up above my castle's moat, right into my fucking throne

They like, "damn, Mac, what the fuck you on?"

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]

Hell's chariot creeping

Her exposure's indecent

Roll is similar to bakers' dough, a bun in the oven

Karma couldn't make her save it though

Just playing my music, you see I speak to her endangered soul

God's son, dick in the dirt because the manger broke

Bitch, I really go bumping tonight

Whether wrong or right, we rushing them right

You know it's never been much for a fight

But I don't really wanna be that nigga

I black out, and you don't really wanna see that, nigga

I mapped out my plan the best that I could to get rich, and put on for the rest of my hood

You know it make us think revenge when the recipe cook

Shoot the leader in the head, leave the rest of em' shook

"I rap better than most these rap veterans"

Words so real that they had to be said again

Speak sedatives, set a date and we can set it off

Pray I never let that weapon off

[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]

Sober for a sec, but I'm done, so I write easier

That weapon make a peppermint out of that white tee

If you coming, then godspeed you, you sonning me

Don't speak to me crooked, I'm stunting

Look at me Ma, it's no hand outs

Sweaty want the dumb cash, I'm done with bus riding

She made the mistake for thinking he gave a fuck 'bout her

Tell him duck down or get drug out the back door

Flow got the mouth doing duties like the Task Force

Doobie and a passport, standing where the path forks

Quick to grab your bitch's wrist and get the shit I ask for

Wang Trashy as bitches and two Garmins, we switching through lanes

Handling business on my side of the line where they ain't having it

You know that sweet talk is cheap

Niggas ain't talking, that's regardless what the docket read

Stop and stare, it's really him

Fresh from out the piggy pen

If I die tonight, then tell my mom I was a pretty bitch

City burning

Earl Sweatshirt - Nebraska (feat.Mac Miller & Vince Staples) – текст

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