Mac Miller — Blunt of my Mind

[Intro] Right now, sucker Sour Hour DJ Shef, Shef Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh, [?], what up? East End Empire all day, you know Uh, uh, uh [Verse 1] Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind See, I'm one of a kind There's a brain behind all these different wonderful rhymes And peoples livin' in the past 'cause they runnin' from time (Uh) Seems like so long since Big Punisher died Hope he see me when I'm lookin' up from under the sky (Yup) I'ma tell you how it is 'cause I got nothin' to hide And Soul Theory makes the beats that'll bump in the ride (Uh-huh) This criminal lifestyle that I'm jumpin' inside A mastermind, superb with both sides of his brain Roll me up into a Swisher, start flyin' away But ash my soul, rub the L on the side of the tray 'Cause it's hard lookin' up, like the sky when it rains (Uh-huh) Smokin' strains that levitate me like David Blaine I'm a player and you hatin' on my game Say my name, 'cause this here's my destiny, child Now all this stress is off of my chest, I can rest for a while [Chorus] Just roll up (Roll up), roll up (Roll up), roll up (Roll up) Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind All you haters relax Sit back, sit back, sit back, and got you feelin' so fine With a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin' so high Got me feelin' so, feelin' so, with this blunt of my mind [Verse 2] And I shall not (Uh-huh), hold thy tongue So I'ma speak 'til I fold my gums I was told to run (Run), 'cause every day is a colder one I wake up not knowin' if I'm old or young I can't (Can't), find my place so I lay upon these beats (Beats) Coverin' my pain with layers of melodic sheets (Uh-huh) Mother Earth's a bitch, so when kingdom come We gon' bring 'em some 'til thy will be done And still to come is when I'm finally driven to insanity By my family, who never seemed to be a fan of me My knees are shakin', see, I'm not able to stand 'Cause they label a man by his paper in hand Sittin' in a dark alley with some paper and pens Writin', just thinkin' when this day's gon' end What can you say to a man who can't look at himself When the image in the mirror keeps on yellin' for help? (Uh-huh) [Chorus] Just roll up (Roll up), roll up (Roll up), roll up (Roll up) Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind All you haters relax Sit back, sit back, sit back, and got you feelin' so fine With a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin' so high Got me feelin' so, feelin' so (Uh), with this blunt of my mind (Yeah, I'm) [Verse 2] Hip-hop's child, you feel me do the touchin' Spittin' got me smitten, no excuses for the lovin' (Uh) I'm tryna get it written but I'm comin' up with nothin' A couple words in each line filled with somethin', somethin', somethings (Uh-huh) And to me, hip-hop ain't got a criminal past It's just explosions of sounds as these syllables clash Brain on critical mass (Yup), fuck political trash (Yup) These politicians speakin', but it's comin' out they ass Talkin' bout "School is cool" and "Drugs is for thugs" Tryna push me down a path, but I shall not budge 'Cause I've been thinkin' and I think I have a hunch Who hand the mic to get enough While me and music makin' love And my community ain't all about who I choose to be This life and what it do to me, the ruined opportunities This figurative language that I'm speakin' so fluently Look back like a photo album, seein' who I used to be (Chyeah) Playin' piano and I'm strummin' guitar Can't buy myself a spaceship so I'm runnin' to Mars Stare at death in the face, like I'm under a car (Uh-huh) It ain't everybody hatin', but enough of you are [Chorus] Just roll up (Roll up), roll up (Roll up), roll up (Roll up) Let me let you smoke a blunt of my mind All you haters relax Sit back, sit back, sit back, and got you feelin' so fine With a blunt of my, blunt of my, got you feelin' so high Got me feelin' so, feelin' so, with this blunt of my mind [Outro] TreeJ presents Sour Hour