Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diablo, artist - Mac Miller. Date of issue: 14.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Diablo |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Rap diablo |
| Yeah, yeah |
| It's the rap diablo, macho when I drop flows |
| Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo |
| Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono |
| Rappin' head honcho, rockin' shows like I was Bono |
| I go play a couple keys on the piano |
| The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow |
| Follow me, I could show you where we be's at |
| How'd I get my G-pass? |
| None of your fuckin' beeswax |
| These raps bring a joint together like a kneecap |
| Fuck the little 8 balls, show me where the ki's at |
| The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish 'em |
| Tryna find a balance, reachin' from my equilibrium |
| Fools I pity 'em, I'm not a human, I'm amphibian |
| Fake superhero like the Mystery Men, I ain't savin' nothin' |
| I'm gettin' faded 'til the angels comin', skippin' all the famous functions |
| How do the famous function? |
| The A-list can't be trusted |
| I strong-arm 'em like I play the trumpet |
| The bottom barrel of society |
| I tell my bitch if she don't love me, then just lie to me |
| I'm finer than the winery |
| Take it from the rich, this is piracy (Piracy) |
| Finally, I don't even need my fuckin' eyes to see |
| Come and die with me |
| 'Cause everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies) |
| Said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies) |
| Yeah, said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies) |
| Said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies) |
| Yeah, um |
| Okay, my mind is Yoda, I'm on Ayatollah |
| These other rappers just a diet soda |
| I find Jehovah in the darkest places, empty as apartment basements |
| This a marathon gentlemen, go 'head and start the races |
| Save the coffin spaces |
| You'll come up missin', tell your bitch that you been trippin', now you on vacation |
| Rappin' like it's automated, lights I keep 'em on like Vegas |
| Lava makin', so hot I'm turnin' hog to bacon |
| Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him |
| I ain't a star, I'm way farther with the constellations |
| Contemplatin' suicide like it's a DVD |
| Lost inside my mind, it's a prison, homie, leave me be |
| You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks |
| Bitch, I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke |
| Gordon Bombay in these streets, ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete |
| Been a beast, every word I spit rewritin' history |
| Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me |
| Run into the underworld with guns and set the sinners free |
| No bitches in my circle, I'm the show, you the commercial |
| I been poppin' like a kernel, readin' Justin Bieber's journal |
| Treat you like a urinal |
| 'Cause everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies) |
| Said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies) |
| Yeah, said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies) |
| Said everybody got dead homies (On the dead homies) |