El Mac Miller chido es el que escribe y rapea, no el traperito enculado.

“Shit, I keep on running if I have to
Medusa never turned me to a statue… no
I keep it moving, but keep it low
You can do your thing, shit, to each their own (yep, yep, yep)
But you better do something
We keep on pushing your buttons”

“Clean the whiskers, seeking Mr. Fisherman
Back on my shit again, doin’ my own dance”

“And I just wanna ball
Maybe dunk, but I’ve never been tall
I might trip, I never fall
God know’s I’ve came close (Don’t try this at home)”

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