Malibu Lyrics
| Song | Malibu |
| Artist | Mac Miller |
| Album | Faces |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro:] | |
| That good times can be a trap | |
| Oh yea? | |
| Oh hell naw | |
| Check myself intro rehab | |
| Yeah, um... I might die before I detox | |
| You piece of ************t | |
| Now that's a bar | |
| I'm gonna save that one for a little bit | |
| Now let me come with something else, you feel me? | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| This Air Jordon on my flip-flops | |
| And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop | |
| I might die before I detox | |
| This ain't high-school, no little Asian I can cheat off | |
| We keep chiefing while police watch | |
| Loss in vibration sirens blowing up the ************ spot | |
| And Heisman hopefuls all growing up to be cops | |
| Chasing after gangsters but they never find the G spot | |
| I'm reporting like I die tomorrow | |
| At the rate I'm getting high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow | |
| But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow | |
| As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow | |
| She'll be smiling by tomorrow | |
| Everything will be so fine tomorrow | |
| Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow | |
| Come say hi tomorrow | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Hello | |
| And I’ll be damned if this ain’t some ************t | |
| And I’ll be damned if this ain’t some ************t | |
| Here I am | |
| Oh... I know you see me | |
| Here I am | |
| Yeah... and I'll be damned if this ain't some ************t but here I am! | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| I'm the only suicidal mother****** with a smile on | |
| Let's hold hands and sing the bible, that's a violent song | |
| The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along | |
| Everybody, grab a ******* number, this a dieathon | |
| Oh I'm the bomb, literally back away, I'm the bomb | |
| Let me get my line on | |
| 85 grand get you a heavy ass wrist | |
| They ain't killin' they just yellin', that's it | |
| A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff | |
| On the phone probably yellin' at Rich | |
| Say, double the money, please, double the money | |
| Triple the problems, double the money | |
| They was all laughing, wasn't that funny | |
| I started ******* with drugs and now I'm a junky | |
| The U-S of A, I ******* with my country | |
| But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie | |
| I'm thinking till my brain pops | |
| Spitting as a cake walk | |
| I'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day job | |
| Wiz getting faded, come and kick it at a bake shop | |
| Everything is A-1, steak sauce | |
| [Outro:] | |
| Thank God | |
| God Damn it | |
| Thank God | |
| Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some ************t | |
| Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some ************t |
| Intro: | |
| That good times can be a trap | |
| Oh yea? | |
| Oh hell naw | |
| Check myself intro rehab | |
| Yeah, um... I might die before I detox | |
| You piece of t | |
| Now that' s a bar | |
| I' m gonna save that one for a little bit | |
| Now let me come with something else, you feel me? | |
| Verse 1: | |
| This Air Jordon on my flipflops | |
| And kill me now if I did it all for hiphop | |
| I might die before I detox | |
| This ain' t highschool, no little Asian I can cheat off | |
| We keep chiefing while police watch | |
| Loss in vibration sirens blowing up the spot | |
| And Heisman hopefuls all growing up to be cops | |
| Chasing after gangsters but they never find the G spot | |
| I' m reporting like I die tomorrow | |
| At the rate I' m getting high, it' ll be hard for me to find tomorrow | |
| But I just pray that I' ll survive tomorrow | |
| As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow | |
| She' ll be smiling by tomorrow | |
| Everything will be so fine tomorrow | |
| Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow | |
| Come say hi tomorrow | |
| Hook: | |
| Hello | |
| And I' ll be damned if this ain' t some t | |
| And I' ll be damned if this ain' t some t | |
| Here I am | |
| Oh... I know you see me | |
| Here I am | |
| Yeah... and I' ll be damned if this ain' t some t but here I am! | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I' m the only suicidal mother with a smile on | |
| Let' s hold hands and sing the bible, that' s a violent song | |
| The highstrung, eyeslow, ride along | |
| Everybody, grab a number, this a dieathon | |
| Oh I' m the bomb, literally back away, I' m the bomb | |
| Let me get my line on | |
| 85 grand get you a heavy ass wrist | |
| They ain' t killin' they just yellin', that' s it | |
| A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff | |
| On the phone probably yellin' at Rich | |
| Say, double the money, please, double the money | |
| Triple the problems, double the money | |
| They was all laughing, wasn' t that funny | |
| I started with drugs and now I' m a junky | |
| The US of A, I with my country | |
| But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie | |
| I' m thinking till my brain pops | |
| Spitting as a cake walk | |
| I' m just a rapper, guess I' m sticking to my day job | |
| Wiz getting faded, come and kick it at a bake shop | |
| Everything is A1, steak sauce | |
| Outro: | |
| Thank God | |
| God Damn it | |
| Thank God | |
| Here I am and I' ll be damned if this ain' t some t | |
| Here I am and I' ll be damned if this ain' t some t |
| Intro: | |
| That good times can be a trap | |
| Oh yea? | |
| Oh hell naw | |
| Check myself intro rehab | |
| Yeah, um... I might die before I detox | |
| You piece of t | |
| Now that' s a bar | |
| I' m gonna save that one for a little bit | |
| Now let me come with something else, you feel me? | |
| Verse 1: | |
| This Air Jordon on my flipflops | |
| And kill me now if I did it all for hiphop | |
| I might die before I detox | |
| This ain' t highschool, no little Asian I can cheat off | |
| We keep chiefing while police watch | |
| Loss in vibration sirens blowing up the spot | |
| And Heisman hopefuls all growing up to be cops | |
| Chasing after gangsters but they never find the G spot | |
| I' m reporting like I die tomorrow | |
| At the rate I' m getting high, it' ll be hard for me to find tomorrow | |
| But I just pray that I' ll survive tomorrow | |
| As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow | |
| She' ll be smiling by tomorrow | |
| Everything will be so fine tomorrow | |
| Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow | |
| Come say hi tomorrow | |
| Hook: | |
| Hello | |
| And I' ll be damned if this ain' t some t | |
| And I' ll be damned if this ain' t some t | |
| Here I am | |
| Oh... I know you see me | |
| Here I am | |
| Yeah... and I' ll be damned if this ain' t some t but here I am! | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I' m the only suicidal mother with a smile on | |
| Let' s hold hands and sing the bible, that' s a violent song | |
| The highstrung, eyeslow, ride along | |
| Everybody, grab a number, this a dieathon | |
| Oh I' m the bomb, literally back away, I' m the bomb | |
| Let me get my line on | |
| 85 grand get you a heavy ass wrist | |
| They ain' t killin' they just yellin', that' s it | |
| A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff | |
| On the phone probably yellin' at Rich | |
| Say, double the money, please, double the money | |
| Triple the problems, double the money | |
| They was all laughing, wasn' t that funny | |
| I started with drugs and now I' m a junky | |
| The US of A, I with my country | |
| But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie | |
| I' m thinking till my brain pops | |
| Spitting as a cake walk | |
| I' m just a rapper, guess I' m sticking to my day job | |
| Wiz getting faded, come and kick it at a bake shop | |
| Everything is A1, steak sauce | |
| Outro: | |
| Thank God | |
| God Damn it | |
| Thank God | |
| Here I am and I' ll be damned if this ain' t some t | |
| Here I am and I' ll be damned if this ain' t some t |
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