| He ain’t ridin insurance like whatever though
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| Say you got a bad chick, mine looks better though
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| Got her on lock, but I swear we ain’t together though
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| She’s just gonna ride with a nigga 'till I let her go
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| Rapping what I’m living man, the shit I spit is medical
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| Soothing to the mind like Cali green, that’s medical
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| Young boy flyer than that time I ate an edible
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| Keep going up like a kite when you let it go
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| I be on some new shit, new chick from Mexico
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| Trying to have kids, I told her I wasn’t ready though
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| Yeah, they ain’t know me like shawty know me
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| And they ain’t no better than shawty though
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| You niggas be playing so I had to hit the audible
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| Touchdown pass, sold crack going Roddy though
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| Rocking that shit, got me looking like a pot of gold
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| Hit the jackpot, now we popping, it’s the party ho
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| I just want it all, so I can have enough to give
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| No more worrying at all, baby I just wanna live
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| We can go to the mall, then be back to the crib
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| Then you can tell your friends that you relaxed with the kid
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| (Lay back, get it big, can I live?)
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| Living flyer than I’ve ever been, you just mad you never been
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| Bitches at the tele getting freaky like they lesbians
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| And they noticed everything I kick incredible
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| Mac Miller here with the homie Mr. Vegetables
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| Most Dope general, I know you see us on tour
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| Do a thirty minute set, the people want more
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| And that’s an encore
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| The show runs late
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| Bitches give me head trying to find out how my cum taste
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| I ain’t talking about the jeweler, saying «Fuck Jake»
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| Iphone on me for my Sports Center updates
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| OH, the Steelers won again
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| And groupies rolling through, I tell them bring a hundred friends
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| It’s good we out in Cali, and Casey that’s my homie
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| We cooler than Moe Dee, it’s easy macaroni
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| Shawty wanna ride that pony, tell her give me brain, no teeth
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| Boy we party all night and we don’t sleep
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| Got up his endurance about his cheddar though
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| Got the chick in her bare ass, Plaxico
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| Rappers off that cheap gas, got that shit from Texaco
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| Rapping until you’re thirty, don’t really know how to let it go
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| Yeah, my father had to let me know
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| Everything he did were situations to help me grow
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| As a young kid little shit makes you miserable
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| Now I’m grown up, told that man that I’m about to blow
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| Once I get going there’s no stopping
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| They roaring, we’re show stopping
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| Wasn’t even aware that my flow’s proper, but it is fosho
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| Once you makeup your mind, man you can get the dough
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| Split up your time and clock in, you’ll grow
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| I talk about uplifting shit
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| Plus all the chicks I hit
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| Plus the one girl I love
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| She knows exactly who she is
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| Sincerely, rap’s hope
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| Hope you’re hearing me
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| My future’s so bright
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| That it’s scaring me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can I Live feat. Mac Miller , by - Casey Veggies. Song from the album Sleeping in Class, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп