Mac Miller — Speed Racer

[Intro] Yeah Let, let, let, let, let, let, let, let, let Let, let, let, let, let, let Yeah [Verse 1] Let, let, let, let, let's get started Nobody wanna be themselves, everyone's an artist Walk around with a target on my head, take your best shot Watch me do my thing, try and shoot me from the press box We keep on goin' 'til they press stop Errr-Errr, I'm breakin' records, so rewind I left you scared, say a prayer, put it on the Holy Bible Better hold a microphone like how a soldier hold a rifle It's the Young Mac, I been there and done that Went away, then come back with a motherfuckin' vengeance I'm collectin', every sentence is impressive, learnin' lessons from the legends Dreams is nightmares, so I fall asleep holdin' a weapon Some people do this for attention You can miss me with the bullshit, I gets busy with this music Tell 'em, "Shut up," or "Get butt-fucked with a broomstick" Been tourin' since before you were born, and I made the rules, bitch Thou shalt not hold thy tongue Don't quit, no goin' home until you done Like train tracks or breakin' glass, you can hear me comin' Motherfuckers better take off runnin' [Chorus] Yeah Danger, danger, this another banger Feelin' like they know me, little homie, I'm a stranger Moved out to the boonies, now I never deal with neighbors No breaks, Speed Racer I'm a Speed Racer (Pick up the pipe! Pick up the pipe!) I'm a Speed Racer (Pick up the pipe! Pick up the pipe!) [Verse 2] Yeah Well, it's a speed racer, cross-over knee breaker Green maker, creator, hotter than the lines on the equator Take your life and remake ya, all for the green paper Write it all down but never got the time for eraser It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' song though Drummin' on some big ol' titties, I'm playin' bongos I put my long pole in the wrong hole She say, "Get up out my stomach," I'm like, "Bitch, you know you love it" I'm disgustin', mind start to wonder about this world we in Then it's back on the phone, I'm fightin' with my girl again Shit... I never been normal, as a youngin' I was in black clothes, they close the portal on me Talkin' shit but you foldin' more than origami I'm fuckin' awesome, better run along and call your mommy 'Cause we droppin' bombs more than atom do Still we posted up on Penn Avenue [Chorus] Yeah Danger, danger, this another banger Feelin' like they know me, little homie, I'm a stranger Moved out to the boonies, now I never deal with neighbors No breaks, Speed Racer I'm a Speed Racer (Pick up the pipe! Pick up the pipe!) I'm a Speed Racer (Pick up the pipe! Pick up the pipe!)