RetcH — Troubled Mans Lullaby

[Intro: Mac Miller] Yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Mac Miller] The pill that will cure me is hard to swallow I met her at a car show, somewhere in Colorado With an act that's hard to follow, she an astronaut The band had practice at my house, I had a large garage She take the trolley to the coffee shop, around the corner, behind the clinic Had her espresso shot and one Virginia Slim All she could think about was him, how he's been and if he's seein' someone Haven't heard much from him since he joined the marchin' band Sellin' her mom's Percocets, and poppin' uppers Her heart would stutter, thoughts were often cluttered, raindrops on the gutter drummin' Her ugly rubber ducklin' sinkin' while the bath drain Tell her doctor she need Vicodin, it's for her back pain Took a nap on the last train, mind's in the ashtray She can't unlock her conscience, left her keys with the valet Bad day marathon, can't change the channel Yeah, hard to arrange what's scrambled [Chorus: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas] Can you sing me a troubled man's lullaby? Save the fairy tale endings for another time Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep Said, can you sing me a troubled man's lullaby? Save the fairy tale endings and the romance for another time Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep [Verse 2: RetcH] Yo It was niggas everywhere, it was lookin' like a plan Take the fix, started buckin', they was bookin' by the van Little kids started cryin', I seen a nigga trip and fell It was me and bro just dumpin', nigga, all you seen was shells One nigga tried to hop a fence, he was runnin' toward the V Bullets whizzin' past his dome, he was duckin' by the tree Another nigga, he was fly, had the Jordans that was black But them niggas, they was food, so he got wet up in his back Other nigga got away, but it was quiet for his mans I seen bro lick a shot, it hit his head and then it jammed He pulled the 40 out his back, cocked the shit and kept blammin' Had the smile on his face, caught excitement from the panic Could've swore it was a game, he was shootin' like it's Xbox Darkskin, skinny-ass nigga with the dreadlocks Now I'm all out of dog food, bodies lyin' twitchin' Hit the trunk and got low, heard them sirens in the distance Turn and go