Mac Miller — Black Bush

[Chorus] Tell me what reality is, all of y'all back on my dick Woah, woah I don't get mad about shit, but did you see that ass on that bitch? Woah, woah No, I'm not waitin' in line, you got a little paper? That's fine Woah, woah Find it hard to make up my mind, all of y'all hate when I shine Woah, woah [Post-Chorus] Ooh (Ladies and gentlemen This is a revolution) Ooh [Verse 1] 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 'til the cum bust Combustion, at the function, drunk and actin' as prophets would When Pac rocked with Suge, smokin' blunts at Hollywood I was a youngin who didn't know shit 'bout nothin' But now I'm twenty-one and I feel like I'm onto somethin' Gettin' emphysema, madder than Ebenezer I'm a king, bitch (Salads, I get a Caesar) Pullin' uranium from Mesopotamian rivers I need a bitch that let me fuck then make me some dinner God made me a sinner, followin' protocol Overall, I'm fuckin' bitches and there's coke involved Watchin' Carl Sagan, wishin' I could talk Jamaican I'm waitin', be prepared for invasion [Chorus] Tell me what reality is, all of y'all back on my dick Woah, woah I don't get mad about shit, but did you see that ass on that bitch? Woah, woah (Woo) No, I'm not waitin' in line, you got a little paper? That's fine Woah, woah Find it hard to make up my mind, all of y'all hate when I shine Woah, woah [Post-Chorus] Ooh Ooh [Verse 2] I blow a kiss to the Jehovah’s Witness Fuck a corporation, I support local business (That's the right thing to do) And this one goes out to all the hoes and bitches My homies told me, "Better know your limits" (Know your limits) I'm so efficient, old tradition with dope prevision (Woah) We smokin' if we here, homie, don't need no permission Variation of avian in the atrium Waitin' for nature's rain to shower y'all with some sense Shit, life gets realer than the press kits Special like Ed is, so someone call the medic 'Cause I lost my mind, I'm off the Richter scale (Richter scale) Don't you worry yourself, baby, this is hell (Woo) Product of a witches spell, rappers all Chippendale I'm gettin'-gettin' money now, expensive ginger ale (Taste good) Sip the whiskey with a bitch named Lewinsky (Haha) Told her give me head and tell everybody (Tell everybody, let 'em know)