Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Bush, artist - Mac Miller.
Date of issue: 16.12.2013
Song language: English
Black Bush |
Tell me what reality is, all of ya’ll back off my dick |
Whoa, woah, I don’t get mad about shit |
Did you see that ass on that bitch |
No, woah, no I’m not waiting in line |
Got a little paper that’s fine |
Whoa, woah, find it hard to make up my mind |
All of ya’ll hate when I shine |
Whoa, woah… |
Ladies and gentlemen |
This is a revolution |
On that black bush, smoke a bunch of Backwoods |
My mind numb, I’m high as high come |
I’m somewhat of a fuck up, put it in her guts ‘till the cum bust |
Combustion, at the function, drunk and acting as prophets would |
When Pac rocked with Suges, smoking blunts at Hollywood |
I was a youngin' who didn’t know shit 'bout nothing |
Now I’m 21 and I feel like I’m on to something |
Getting emphysema, madder than Ebenezer |
I’m a king bitch, (salads, I get a caesar) |
Pulling uranium from Mesopotamian rivers |
I need a bitch that let me fuck and make me some dinner |
God made me a sinner, following protocol |
Overall, I’m fucking bitches and there’s coke involved |
Watching Carl Sagan, wishing I could talk Jamaican |
I’m waiting, be prepared for invasion |
I blow a kiss to the Jehovah’s Witness |
Fuck a corporation, I support local business |
And this one goes out to all the hoes and bitches |
My homies told me better know your limits |
I’m so efficient, ultra dishing with dope prevision |
We smoking if we here, homie don’t need no permission |
Variation of avian in the atrium |
Waiting for nature’s rain to shower ya’ll with some sense |
Shit, life gets realer, then the press kits |
Special like Ed is, someone call a medic |
‘Cause I lost my mind, I’m off the Richter scale |
Don’t you worry yourself, baby this is hell |
Product of a witches spell, rappers all Chippendales |
I’m getting-getting money now, expensive ginger ale |
Sip the whiskey with a bitch named Lewinsky |
Told her give me head and tell everybody |