Mac Miller - Face The Facts Lyrics
Hey, Hey, Hey (Hey) Just Display A Rhyme Skill ManThat What It Is 92 Till Infinity And Beyond, Heh Heh, And BeyondAllright Look, Montha*****as Still Rap BEYOTCHHey, When I Was Fifteen It Was My Dream To Work With PreamHe Believed In What I Do So Now he's Makin' This BeatAnd I'm Writin' These Rhymes, Makin' Sure That I Kill ItShinin Like I'm A Critic The Goverment Cann't Conceal ItMy Style They Try To Steal ItCus' People Startin To Feel ItI'm Goin On These Adventures Somethin Like On A Field TripAnd Now I'm Growin Up Lookin Around This PlanetSome Shit Be Goin On And I Just Can't Understand ItNo Need To Panic I Got To Expand ItA Million Downloads I'm Takin Over Your BandwidthMoments All Can Did Kodak Reminisin Go Back, Life Feel Good Want Yall To Know ThatDon't Have No Dill And No Half A MillJust On My Game Start Shit With Some Mass AppealGo Platinum, Independently, Incredibly DopeYou Needa Tell A Scope To Come And Get At MeAnd Maybe I Could Never See To Label My IdentityThey See My Middle Finger Shut The ***** Up And Let Me BeThat How it's Always Been And How It Will BeFilthy Ass Rhymes Makin Money But I'm Still MeFlippin' The Mics, Spittin' This Nice, Never Could Get Everything That I LikeNow I Can Copy No Matter The Price***** If You Get It I'm Rappin For LifeYou Can't Tell Me Shit, I Got My Own Mind, It's Six In The Morning And Now it's Go TimeHey, Had To Take The Beat And Let It Breath Usin Up The OxygenThe Kid He Go Rockin' And There Ain't To Stoppin' YouSee Me Stockin' Up Workin Every Second Of The Day And Still Not EnoughNow On That *****y Stuff Wat Yall To Acknowledge UsIf You Don't Suck My Dick ***** EsophagusYou Probably Just Go All On The InternetSee A Conversation And You Fell The Need To InterjectI Ain't Finished Yet don't Think This Kid A ThreatI'm On The Lose End Find Me Supervision YetYou An Mp3 I'm Still In A Set, Vintage YetFuturistic With Some Shit Taht Split Your Dick(Deck)My Cadence Complex Rhyme Without A ConceptAtomic Bombs Your Just A Stupid Fake Bomb ThreatSix In The Morning And I'm Writing These Rhyme Workin HardSo That You Know Every Night Is A Grind, Fine
