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Mac Miller - I Come In Peace lyrics
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I Come In Peace by Mac Miller, Music Lyrics and Video
American rapper from Pittsburgh, Mac Miller, celebrated Thanksgiving Day by releasing a new song called "I Come In Peace" for his fans. The production was handled by Big Jerm and P. Fish.
Mac Miller - I Come In Peace Lyrics [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Ok, it's the high flying, sky diving Hoes tell me five diamonds, mine and whining Dropping gems with the finest timing I'm eating acid, start to burn away my stomach lining Coming with that fucking violence Where's chaos, love is silent My mom should've had another son Maybe that would make my crazy ass less troublesome I come in peace, but unleash this fucking beast inside me You may need to CSI, investigate the scene when I leave I start drinking whats inside my IV I'm poison ivy and my voice is whiny New car, yeah my toys is shiny Drive it in the river, break the ice Skate Monongahela in the winter I'm a ninja, I might kick ya in your fucking head This is Pittsburgh, you lookin' like a fucking guest I got a mayor fucking bitches in the south-side Tell 'em they can get a job, just to open up your mouth wide You Mrs. Doubtfire, fake ass bitch I keeps it constipated, we don't take no shit Nothing for these hoes, lego my eggo trick I'm a real a-hole, yeah ok I'm with my bitch, watching Scandal in some Gucci sandals Or whatever's on the movie channels I drink whisky, start puking on my stupid flannel Plot the tracing paper, I'm just tryna recreate a Van Gogh The devil can't know my plans for destruction The angels get eliminated, process of deduction Red lights, rushing through it, noose like I'm Russian I paid a foreign nun to bring the drugs in I put the dope in the dumplings, the coke by the onion Snort so many lines, it's disgusting Open up the blinds, see the white light I'm getting wasted with a bum, start a knife fight Putting lights in my bitch bed Drink Windex and go and swallow a match I got the right hypes, need to borrow some crack Got a problem with that? I'm doing drugs with the coastguard Smoke clouds coming through the sonar I can beat my own ass with a crowbar, cause I'm so numb I don't even know where my toes are This is Mozart, dope art I'm gonna have a daughter, name her Rosa Parks [Interlude: Mac Miller] Dude you not from [?] You know what I'm saying, from Pittsburg Get down there in the white Down there doing Alohas And choking off [?] You're not dying in the south-side, I don't see you [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Ok, look I said it, um, I'm a bitch ass bitch That's why pre-teen girls be like "this that shit" But once they eighteen, they gon' kiss mac's dick Goddamn, I'm on some mismatch shit God hate me, the devil don't like me either I'm posted up with a forty and a wife beater Murder rappers, keep they bodies in the freezer Snort coke and have a minor seizure I'm lost in amnesia, threesomes with Venus And Serena, I can dream, huh? I really miss the lean, bruh Bought my homie's team Jordans Now they pitched an offer