Mac Miller

Mac Miller - Ascension lyrics

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I wonder if every body hope that this song is not depressin' as the last one was

Heaven smelled like Nag Champas

Come here darlin', ash my blunt (Smoke)

Waitin' on hallucination, ain't a single fact I trust (No)

Dear family, my sanity go down when my cash go up

Rap too much, how the fuck get through the verse

I came from house parties, find a bitch and go through her purse

All I need is a little good pussy and whole lot universe

I met God before I eva stepped into a church and that muthafucka still owe me money

I need a religion to follow

I swear to God that I got mo' problems than there is bitches in Carlo

Lord have Murciélago, yeah

And I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed

To look into my parents eyes when I'm scared to die

My eyes same color as a cherry pie

Whoa, see I'm terrified

Crucifix heavy, who gon' carry mine?

Yeah, what's with all this talk about Hell and Satan

And sleep deprivation

If this is planet Earth, than my hell's a basement



A brand new me

Yeah, yeah

Why ya want to do me like that, Miss Conception?

Between heaven and hell

What's between heaven and hell

A brand new me, oh it's the brand new me

(Verse 2)

Okay, fuckin' tell these kids one thing, just make sure handle yo business

A criminal leave no witness, and don't eva trust these bitches

What happened to yo life when yo house become a home

Where yo children at? Where yo children at?

Ya got 2 sons, all they do is fight

Ya up through the night like gimme-gimme-gimme dat

Yeah, nice titties, got a pic, go and send me that

_______(?) can ya give her that?

Fuck rap, make a million off a shitty app

Yeah, smoke trees in the cab

Pittsburgh, show ya where the city at

And don't forget that H, get ya smacked in yo face

Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age

90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, back-lit stage

My shit bad, shit crazy and that shit fascinates me

On my tongue where the tab is and it burn like battery acid

I was in the backs of my classes by the kids having asthma attacks

Cuz he panicked every single time he sat on his glasses

Every Wonderland have a Alice

But I'm a king God can I have a chalice

I'm demandin' the truth, put yo hands to the roof

Be a man, that's a challenge


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