Desperado Lyrics - Mac Miller

1 [Intro]

2 Uh, Chya, Uh, Uh

3 Dedicated too, this dedicated too

4 F-ck it

5 [Verse 1:]

6 Uh, I got a pocket full of posies

7 Some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin’ like he know me

8 I’m psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome piece

9 Get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so weak

10 I stood before an Angel as he told me bout the glory

11 Put me in a room of people, how the f-ck could I be lonely

12 I only get money, these lables tryna clone me

13 Uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.

14 So, I try to keep em’ in my head

15 It’s sad to see when everything that you believe is dead

16 Word to Heavy D, and rest in peace to all that come and pass

17 Life is good sometimes, but it just doesn’t last

18 A bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin’ bag

19 Rock n’ Roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath

20 Sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka’s venom and

21 Doper than the shit that put Chris Tucker in Dead Presidents

22 Desert rhymes, homie, ridin’ beats, I’m on a camel

23 I’m way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals

24 Haha, you want a war ? I got a lot of ammo

25 You ain’t a soldier cause you rockin’ cammo

26 Young Rambo, hundred million fans though

27 And I do it big, you a Ipod Nano

28 Fire on wax, look like I rock candles

29 Yeah you got a show, but you ain’t on my channel

30 That’s HBO b!tch, you gotta pay for that

31 Hahaha, your channels free

32 I’m gunna f-ckin’ kill you

33 Um, Imax’n shit motherf-cker

34 Yeah, suck my d!ck

35 [Verse 2:]

36 Hey, ayo, I’m bout to start gambilin’ with Ambien

37 I’m dutch smokin’, that’s a strike

38 But f-ck bowlin’, I could tear a pin of Maryland

39 See, I’m American, apparently it’s damagin’

40 To be in front of cameras in your underwear with Marilyn

41 Monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to much dough

42 And come close to have you straight trippin’ when you jump rope

43 Don’t rock the love boat, this business f-ckin’ cut throat

44 And it’s gunna crack is you just paint the wall with one coat

45 Rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog

46 These rappers who be hatin’ probably need to get a job

47 See, me I’m with my squad, gettin’ money, livin’ comfortable

48 I know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though

49 F-ck a toast, y’all is f-ckin’ broke, cut ya throat

50 Judgin’ me is nothin’ dope, boy you lyin’ under oath

51 God made the world, why did man make the scriptures?

52 And if he created Lennon, why’d he go and make a Hitler?

53 I could take a photo, but I’d rather paint a picture

54 Of the one Lawrence Fishburne, we’ll shoot up all you hipsters

55 I’m from Pittsburgh, that’s black and gold

56 If my skin gets filled up, I’mma tat my soul

57 Runnin’ out of paper, writin’ on my hand

58 Hundred thousand haters writin’ bout my jams

59 Want a number one independent album? I’m your man

60 I’mma hit Preme and leave you all right where you stand