Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Evening, artist - Mac Miller. Album song K.I.D.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.08.2020
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
Good Evening |
Look |
Good Evening |
Yeahhh |
Uh |
When I party in new york take the late night subway |
Goin out friday they comin home monday |
From all directions never find me on a one way flavor |
The rhyme jus the icing on the cupcake fuck face |
My fans notice these other rappers is bogus |
I’m supercalifragalisticexpialidocious |
And the boys stay kickin incredibly dope shit |
Make my momma proud cause my clothes fit |
Travel round the globe bitch on my louis clarke shit |
Don’t matter where I live cause I can tell you where my heart is |
I jus stay on my side fuck where everybody at |
Tell the planet peace cause I’m gone I ain’t comin back |
Had the whole regular life I can tell you that I’m done with that |
Tryin build a mil off a couple stacks on my own business |
Investin all I got into these fuckin raps |
Willy park the money hand it off n then it’s runnin back |
Ayo you fuck with that, uh |
You gotta fuck with that |
You in love with dat, look |
Uh, mac miller |
Takin sips from the fountain of youth |
If you ain’t heard about the kid then you outta the loop |
As I’m sittin back starin at this world out in my eyes |
See out the window in my room that I’m hidden inside |
I’m just a kid who stays speakin his thoughts talkin his mind |
Life a roller coaster but I stay along for the ride |
Put my heart up on the page and the song in the crowd |
It’s large and behind the way you stayin caught in lie the boy |
Ain’t a shocker I’m a topic of discussion |
Motherfucker want my spot so they probably wish I wasn’t |
They give a lil love like everyone does |
In reality they stone off that competitive drug |
And I don’t blame em, cause those who above me I’m gunnin for |
Tryin to make my way to the top startin from the floor |
And I don’t even need to bring a single gun to war |
Cause I be on some shit they that they a’int ever done before |
Takin over piece by piece, startin from the core |
It’s only been a year I could stick around a hundred |
Said I could stick around hundred more |
I a’int goin nowhere |
Young and some much time to go |
Jerm you might as well keep this one rollin |
I got like one more verse |
I haven’t spit three verses on a song in a minute |
Ehum, see if I can remember this one verse |
Aight look |
You can find me in the lab workin overtime |
Smell the weed when you go on by |
Global grind, I a’int just a local guy |
When you’re feelin stressed out, have it now |
Blow money, keep my lady decked out in Chanel |
Live fast when I die better wish me well |
Ha, I just they servin beer in hell |
Just an everyday story that I’m here to tell |
So please, stick around for the epilogue |
For anyone who ever blogged, probably heard my name |
Hip hops underdog he wanna win the game |
I’m sick of hearin how music change, never been the same |
And these dudes who think they everything and never pick a lane |
Call yourself a vet but haven’t won a single game |
Mad every girl got my name imprinted in her brain |
Boy I’m a beast, match the style in bars |
Find me smokin weed where the wild things are, ha |
Yes sir |
So I mean I had to take this time, real quickly |
To just go in |
I don’t know man I feel like you should never stop goin in on your shit |
That’s just me |
I mean Q, Tree Jay out there we excited just makin history |
And germ of course |