Mac Miller — Lost

[Intro] Sour Hour, TreeJay Most Dope, what's good? [Verse] I'm calm, cool, got a blunt, gonna roll up two Don't panic, 'cause I'ma take over this planet [?] cut like a bandage On the net, all up in your bandwidth, no beaver But God damn it, this sour I smoke enhance it, got a helicopter, where should I land it? Been searching but can't find it, the things I do is timeless Where the fuck did this kid find this rhyme shit? Hit lime piff Always see me chilling with a fine bitch, let her show me where her mind is Then silence, it's private, so silence Want a Bentley and a big backyard, friendly but a big rap star Still show love, more bud to roll up, smoke duds so much to toke up On a big cigar or maybe in the mood for a doob If I roll one of these G's up, boy, you gotta roll one too See, I'm high but I'm stuck in school, don't know what the fuck to do Uh, self-made, designed my own mind like a pair of custom shoes So keep 'em fresh please, finna ball, 'bout to win an ESPY Gretzky, [?] your spitting doesn't impress me You walk but you got two left feet, drink vodka with my Pepsi I'm drunk, you sober, I'm starting, it's over Red Rover, Red Rover, you can't break down my wall My hour is so sour so I ain't gonna answer calls, I'm lost