Mac Miller – Break the Law Lyrics

(Intro)
Get high, breaking laws
Get high, breaking laws

(Verse 1 – Mac Miller)
Yeah, okay, I wake up with the taste of pu**y still in my mouth
Bi**h in my bed, homegirl still asleep on the couch
My head is banging like Metallica, swallow a bottle of Advil up
Then head back to the bedroom where she s**k me dry like
Dracula
It’s the young miraculous, mister love to grab his nuts
Never let a bi**h inside, f**k her in the Acura
Aurora borealis with the shine, my aura gorgeous
Dinner with forty courses, bunch of horny whores and fornicate
To formulate a fortune, more in the race of horses I am
My homies got my back, they all Verizon, man
I bring this to you like lalalalala live man
You gon need at least five hands to hold my finance
I am fe, fi, fo, fum, the giant
The best thing out of Pittsburgh since Clemente with the Pirates
I tell them shhh this middle finger sign for silence
Ain’t a f**king way I’m keeping quiet

(Chorus – Mac Miller)
Yeah, riding through the city blowing smoke out the window
Cops out on patrol, they looking out for all the criminals
I been a lot of things, I ain’t ever been a bi**h though
Rules to this game, you know how this s**t go
Get money, f**k the system, break the law
Get money, f**k the system, break the law
Get money, f**k the system, break the law
Oh no, break the law
La, la, la

(Verse 2 – Mac Miller)
So many people told me that I wouldn’t be s**t
But now I walk around with money and my hand on my d**k
I think I’m special, I’m drinking whiskey out the bottle til I black out
One million, two million, s**t I’m losing track now
Coming to you live inside the crack house
Started with a dub and then I made it to a half ounce
Then I turned it to a pound wow, turned that to a house, wow!
Turned that to a career, how the f**k did I get here?
Spending all your time just getting high won’t drive you crazy, crazy
I killed the game like Jeffrey Dahmer did the 80’s
Speeding down the freeway getting head in my Mercedes
Giving me all of this money was crazy, shoulda known better
No pressure, dope seller, smarter than your professor
Hoes, I don’t stress her, put a bi**h down like Old Yeller
The flow’s stellar, stella ella ola, have you ever been?
S**t I probably could’ve been the president

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

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