Mac Miller - Diablo lyrics
rate meRap Diablo
It’s the rap Diablo,macho when I drop flows
Bar gets raised up,it’s me and Petey PabloColder than despacho,colder than the mano
Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono
I go,play a couple of keys on the piano
The industry a lie all the promises were hollow
Follow me,I could show you where be’s at
How I get my G pass,none of your fucking beeswax
These raps,bring a joint together like a kneecap
Fuck the little 8 balls,show me where the keys at
The time continuum,Mortal Kombat finish them
Tryin’ to find a balance reaching from my equilibrium
Fools I pity them,I’m not a human,I’m amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Man
I ain’t saving nothing
I’m gettin’ faded ‘till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions
How do the famous functions?
The A list can’t be trusted
I strong arm them like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my bitcj if she don’t love me then just lie to me
I’m finer than the winery
Take it from the rich,this is piracy
Finally, I don’t even need my fucking eyes to see
Come and die with me
Cause everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
My mind is Yoda,I’m on Aya tollah
These other rappers just a diet soda
I find Jehova in the darkest places
Empty as apartment basements
This is a marathon gentlemen,go ahead and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
Don’t come up missing
Tell your bitch you’ve ben tripping now you on vacation
Rapping like it’s automated
Lights I keep them on like Vegas
Love,I’m making so hot I’m turning hot to bacon
Only God can save him,I heard the monsters made him
I ain’t a star ,I’m way further with the constellations
Contemplating suicide like it’s a DVD
Lost inside my mind,it’s a prison homie ,leave me be
You can’t see me bleed,I be with the freaks and geeks
Bitch I never miss a beat,I’m…triple deke
Gordon Bombay in these streets
Ballin’ like I’m Pistol Pete
Been a beat ,every word I spit rewriting history
Look at what you did to me,look at what you did to me
Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free
No bitches in my circle ,I’m a show ,you the commercial
I’ve been popping like a kernel
Reading Justin Bieber’s journal
Treat you like a urinal
