Mac Miller — The Real Name Is Yet To Reveal Itself

Yeah, penis and vagina, yeah Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, said, too much cash on me Make a baby will ya Okay should I keep it vague for him I'm too sick if I go, to the plague for him I won't spend another day mourning Where do you wanna go? Can you make it on your own?