Mac Miller - Polo Jeans Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]I give no *****s when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: DeadWoke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bedNever thought it would be such a loner, I tell my ***** that I *****ing own herMy neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a *****ing soldierSo cold bro ***** pneumonia, all my *****es got love for Sosa, I just wanna ***** Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern CaliforniaStrung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill themVia sight slipping, long lines of those white womenI'm with the homies, bump Counting CrowsJust went through a half ounce of coke, blood pouring all out my noseDon't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm *****ing high-ly publicized, when the sun go down I come aliveCause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer timeBlaow[Hook: Mac Miller]This another mother*****ing rap songBroke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last longSpent all my cash on a broken dreamWent from weed and liquor to the coke and leanAll I got's this mansion and this potpourriBut don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paperAnd lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the dailyGetting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedatedI'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshitAs soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushesI do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me foreverI'm more content with dark and stormier weatherFlip the *****ing cross on your rosary, we supposed to be betterBut here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothingThat isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a *****, *****Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on himWith a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot options15 on me for soda and swishersAnd who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?I'm over *****es trying to act like I owe 'em a pictureRather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistolListen, ST was the older initialsBeen rap game tighter than boa constrictersRolling stoned like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb asDisclosing my *****ing home location to total strangersNo love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sinkCashing out off the garments, the artist, ***** what you thinkThe sky'll turn black and the carrions could pickAt my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift[Hook: Mac Miller][Ab-Soul]Soulo
