Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Malibu, artist - Mac Miller. Date of issue: 14.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Malibu |
| 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 shit |
| 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? |
| 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 weed 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 |
| Hello |
| And I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit |
| And I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit |
| Here I am |
| Oh… I know you see me |
| Here I am |
| Yeah… and I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit but here I am! |
| I’m the only suicidal motherfucker 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 fucking 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' out 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 fucking with drugs and now I’m a junky |
| The U-S of A, I fuck 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 |
| Thank God |
| God Damn it |
| Thank God |
| Here I am and I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit |
| Here I am and I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit |