Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Polo Jeans, artist - Mac Miller. Date of issue: 14.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Polo Jeans |
| I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead |
| Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed |
| Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking own her |
| My neighbor’s daughter just got a dog, I’ma run it over, I’m a fucking soldier |
| So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck |
| Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California |
| Strung out to the night, I’m chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill |
| them |
| Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women |
| I’m with the homies, bump Counting Crows |
| Just went through the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose |
| Don’t tell my mom I got a drug problem, I’m fucking high |
| We publicize, when the sun go down I come alive |
| Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer |
| time |
| Blaow |
| This another motherfucking rap song |
| Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn’t last long |
| Spent all my cash on a broken dream |
| Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean |
| All I got’s this mansion and this potpourri |
| But don’t I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? |
| Don’t I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? |
| I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper |
| And lately, I don’t like shit, I been inside on the daily |
| Getting wasted as the time that I’m spending high and sedated |
| I’m putting five in his face, because we don’t buy into bullshit |
| As soon as it’s flashing lights then it’s kush to hide in the bushes |
| I do this shit out of spite cause there’s niggas that overlooked me forever |
| I’m more content with dark and stormier weather |
| Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better |
| But here’s a toast to your efforts, and don’t approach me with nothing |
| That isn’t money or breakfast, I’m close to choking a pussy, pussy |
| Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him |
| With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it’s a lot options |
| 15 on me for soda and swishers |
| And who’s the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser? |
| I’m over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture |
| Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol |
| Listen, ST was the older initials |
| Been rap game tighter than boa constricters |
| Rolling stoned like a boulder raving, I’m so impatient and going dumb as |
| Disclosing my fucking home location to total strangers |
| No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink |
| Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think |
| The sky’ll turn black and the carrions could pick |
| And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift |