Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kool Aid and Frozen Pizza, artist - Mac Miller.
Date of issue: 25.07.2010
Song language: English
Kool Aid and Frozen Pizza |
See a person like me, smoke weed 'till I hallucinate |
I don’t know why, crazy right? |
This party was dope, that shit got played quick |
Yo but the bitches are freaky here |
Kool-Aid and frozen pizza |
It’s a work of art, I ain’t talking Mona Lisa |
Dream of rocking crowds, see me filling up arenas |
This weed got me laughing like a damn hyena |
Yeah, I live a life pretty similar to yours |
Used to go to school, hang with friends and play sports |
Every single summer taking trips to the shore |
And that was all gravy but I knew I wanted more |
Ain’t ever seen a young rapper like moi |
Can’t believe they eyes, swear its just a mirage |
Still got my training wheels in the garage |
But I ain’t gonna need those, I’ma go hard (Go hard) |
So far I’ve done pretty well for myself |
Couple trophies on the shelf so what else |
Could I want that I don’t have yet |
Well, a little more cash and my own fast jet |
So I can go anywhere (Anywhere) anywhere (Anywhere) |
Cali for the kush, cause boy I know there’s plenty there |
'Bout to be in music stores everywhere but not yet |
They can’t understand my concept |
I been climbing up the great wall, haven’t had a fall yet |
These blogs gotta know I’m on next |
Clean conscience, good Samaritan |
Companies send me clothes so I’m wearing 'em |
If you didn’t know, well, I’m from the 'Burgh |
Everything I drop recorded by Big Jerm |
I smoke herb and I make music |
I don’t even talk about it boy, I just do it |
Everybody got their own opinion, the reasons why they feeling 'em |
You must admit he’s killing 'em, running off adrenaline |
Waiting for the game to wanna let him in, so open up |
The boy a barrel of a smoking gun |
Whether I’m old or young, the chosen one |
I got a hundred billion flows to come |
I hope you know the lyrics to every single song |
So when I’m at a show everyone can sing along |
My weed bag empty, bottle at its last drop |
I’m feeling like this could be my last shot |
But many more songs to make cousin |
So why the fuck you bugging? |
Haha |
(Yeah, we just some motherfuckin' kids) |
(We just some motherfuckin' kids) |
(We just some motherfuckin' kids) |
(We just some motherfuckin' kids) |
Shout out to all my fans man |
(We just some motherfuckin' kids) |
Holding me down |
(We just some motherfuckin' kids) |
And all the homies |
(We just some motherfuckin' kids) |
Most dope! |
(We just some motherfuckin' kids) |
(We just some motherfuckin' kids) |