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America (feat. Casey Veggies & Joey Bada$$) - Mac Miller

America (feat. Casey Veggies & Joey Bada$$)

Mac Miller

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Uh (uh)

Macadelic

America

I'm, in a room filled with holographic images

Path is limitless, death, well that's ridiculous

I'm a live forever, 'cause a legend never die

See the world as simple, but complex in the design

I spent some time just thinkin', where did that get me?

High, more drinkin'

Now my head empty, so can it last a couple minutes more?

Pain a funny thing when you can't figure out the source

Bear witness while I'm checkin' bitches off my hit list

Try to understand the fuckin' message I encrypted

Ancient, halucinatin' visions of utopia

Until I figure out that the perfect world, a lonely one

Never hold my tongue, vocal as a loaded gun

And I'ma shoot somebody in the face if they too slow to run

Mac Miller, I'm the only one

But I'm the coldest one, this is pandemonium

Got my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (uh)

Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (yeah)

Welcome to America (uh)

Motherfucker, welcome to America (yeah)

My middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (uh)

Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (yeah)

Welcome to America (uh)

Motherfucker, welcome to America (yeah)

Still, in a room filled with holographic images

Crushin' information into powder, then I'm sniffin' it

Directly to my head, never sleep or use my bed

Iller than the future death of you ingestin' Sudafed

Might head to Budapest just to get a Gucci vest

Hop into a jet, get some rest to diffuse the stress

See, this is what I do the best

Nothin' that you got except the bullet gettin' through my chest

Save hard, a Braveheart, a warrior

I take part to stay far from coroners

I heard some corny words said about my music though

Talkin' all that shit, sound exactly like a groupie hoe

Most Dope, got you hooked, yellin' "Ruffio"

First you lose your mind, then you lose your soul

So what you talkin' about? Thinkin' you're out of options

American-born, impeccable form, above and beyond, never the norm

Got my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (uh)

Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (yeah)

Welcome to America (uh)

Motherfucker, welcome to America (yeah)

My middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (uh)

Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (yeah)

Welcome to America (uh)

Motherfucker, welcome to America (yeah)

Yo' chick live in Pittsburgh? Bet I steal her

Shout out my wigga Mac Miller, comin' up in a world full of killers

I'll be shaded up at the villa, with a girl that know what the deal is

They don't know I come from the illest

City on the map, we don't know how to act, ah

Realest young rap go-getters in America

Bad chicks get tossed around like the merry-go

CV and Mac Meezy takin' off on PJ's

We the future so every night is a new day

Sittin' in the studio, chain on and my hat low

Young visionaries and we sellin' out the rap show

I can trigger the wave in my sleep

Name paved, I feel like I am engraved on the beat, ah

Wake up shower, get paid and repeat

Spit one flow and got made on the streets

Welcome to the land where you never stay for free

Swag worth a mill', drop cast let it deal, Veggies

Got my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (uh)

Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (yeah)

Welcome to America (uh)

Motherfucker, welcome to America (yeah)

My middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split (uh)

Hands on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (yeah)

Welcome to America (uh)

Motherfucker, welcome to America (yeah)

'Bout to drop hot shit, runnin' out of patience, niggas not sick

Rollin' up the dankest loud, plane goin' Mach 6

Rise to the top, the topics change to Glocks and the Stock Exchange

Now watch the price of life on the block drop, insane

You can't stop this reign, don't name drop in vain

Inhale toxic flames from tropic strains, it's awkward strange

Last week he was nothin', boxers stain

Now everybody love him and chicks offer top for fame

To the top I aim, testin' waters, so I've been afloat

No deal but flow so real, he been in the scopes

Sun got shine, now they say he shady but he never dippin' though

Still facing L's, you would think a nigga's wins was low

What you think I'm in this for? Won't stop 'til the nigga who invented dope

End the flow or behind bars droppin' prison soap

Begging for forgiveness, but it's business though, I'm record spittin' Guinness flows

Got it up in sources, now he in the store

- It's already the end -