Mac Miller - Skys The Limit lyrics

rate me

What happens when I'm suicidal,

Vibrations all through my spinal

From the hits to the vinyl, my mind will be in the Bible.

I will read the book and I'll probably not understand a lot

Rode into town yesterday, straight from Camelot

The … in common language they don't mean a thing

The evil king of underworlds accumulating bodies

This rap shit is turning into nothing but a hobby

Cuase the pussy has already been fucked or in the lobby.

Waiting, dominating the matrix, kick it with God and Satan

Isolation through my veins into these constellations

Drug users, they wouldn't let us join the club

So now it's Spanish bitch massage, give my joints a rub!

What's the purpose of everything, who the fuck cares?

We run scared, cause nothing fair and we don't become aware

Pretend it don't exist, ignorance, my only bliss

I think it's me, at least I hope it is!

Yeah, I’m having conversations in my head, getting into arguments

When I'm out in London, I be posted at the Parliament

Coke in the Parliaments, chilling by some monuments

Ominous when I feel your body with godly hollow tips.

Leave you holy, prepare for the Apocalypse

Sixty thousand on a rollie, cookies with the chocolate chips

Rapping hippopotamus, motherfuck a zookeeper

I don't do features, I snort glue and shoot ether

Hand full of sleeping pills, it's only me I kill

I'm Jack, wanna sleep with Jill, she'd spill on my penis drill.

Mr. Jesus, could you save my life, uh, uh?

Pacing back and forth waiting till they pass the torch

Life’s a bitch about forty in a sad divorce.

Getting harder to speak remarkable things

Talking… the beast, some walking, walking with teams

That’s why I’m talking to Stephen Hawkins even we speed up!

Bitch, OK, that’s the first one!