Black Bush - Mac Miller

Tell me what reality is, all of ya’ll back off my dick

Whoa, woah, I don’t get mad about shit

Did you see that ass on that bitch

No, woah, no I’m not waiting in line

Got a little paper that’s fine

Whoa, woah, find it hard to make up my mind

All of ya’ll hate when I shine

Whoa, woah…

Ladies and gentlemen

This is a revolution

On that black bush, smoke a bunch of Backwoods

My mind numb, I’m high as high come

I’m somewhat of a fuck up, put it in her guts ‘till the cum bust

Combustion, at the function, drunk and acting as prophets would

When Pac rocked with Suges, smoking blunts at Hollywood

I was a youngin' who didn’t know shit 'bout nothing

Now I’m 21 and I feel like I’m on to something

Getting emphysema, madder than Ebenezer

I’m a king bitch, (salads, I get a caesar)

Pulling uranium from Mesopotamian rivers

I need a bitch that let me fuck and make me some dinner

God made me a sinner, following protocol

Overall, I’m fucking bitches and there’s coke involved

Watching Carl Sagan, wishing I could talk Jamaican

I’m waiting, be prepared for invasion

I blow a kiss to the Jehovah’s Witness

Fuck a corporation, I support local business

And this one goes out to all the hoes and bitches

My homies told me better know your limits

I’m so efficient, ultra dishing with dope prevision

We smoking if we here, homie don’t need no permission

Variation of avian in the atrium

Waiting for nature’s rain to shower ya’ll with some sense

Shit, life gets realer, then the press kits

Special like Ed is, someone call a medic

‘Cause I lost my mind, I’m off the Richter scale

Don’t you worry yourself, baby this is hell

Product of a witches spell, rappers all Chippendales

I’m getting-getting money now, expensive ginger ale

Sip the whiskey with a bitch named Lewinsky

Told her give me head and tell everybody