Apparition

Yeah Yeah Yeah Turn the beat up a little bit Yeah Um Yeah I've been rappin' since the apparition G-G-God was gonna kill me and I'm glad he didn't Might have made a bad decision He just left me with an ocean and a bad religion While Mary Magdalene laughin', smokin' a pack of Winstons Up on a church hill, acid trippin' with older men As they tell her stories, she's seducin' 'em But she's only usin' 'em My studio is filled with spirits And every single lyric dedicated to my dearest friends Yeah, and Lord knows that we hate the questions So back and forth, exchange faces over why I'm playin' table tennis at dinner I end up so bitter when I lose Defeat hurts, I got scissors in my shoes And I'm dancin' Never got the steps right Loose, I never slept tight But I'ma keep dancin' Yeah Yeah I did a cannonball off the deep end, my boat was comin' to America Pouch of fairy dust and a little poodle terrier A silver Derringer, a smile for the camera (take a picture) Split your line up like James Farrior I've always been a cowboy, they need me like the cancer cure Weed loud as crowd noise, we just let the amber burn Wiffle Balls, child's toys, ain't fuckin' with amateurs I'm Ken Griffey on the Mariners Okay, I'm way beyond the boundaries, outside of parameters The rap chancellor, jacket made of camel fur And Clockwork got every single answer 'cept time I've experienced every feelin' except fine I'm line dancin' again --- Apparition - Mac Miller