Übersetzung: Tom Mac. Irish Blue.
to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies Play me I'm arm crazy, I'm Tom Brady Emeralds and baguettes
, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce Timberland snow boots, collecting more CREAM than a toll booth I grind daily, Patriotic like Tom Brady I'm
Coroless phone,eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post groomin' Mac
of opponents You nicer than me psyche got you hyped for a moment Leader of the pack shouts to my mom thanks Try to catch me if you can like Tom Hanks
Mac und Peerless auf'm Track und find sofort jeden Song cool, ihr konnt gern aufhoren Es bleibt sowieso bald kein einziger Fan bei euch als ward ihr Tom
asmodious I gotta a melodious flow It becomes podious changeable Untameable angel Angelic Bustin like a Magnum, Tom Selleck Advisary terror Sick of loosin money in Harris Mac
is very Ginsu and machete, when my pencil move is deadly Platinum band, platinum bezzie, make a straight girl out of lezzie Magazine, Mac, Dessi keep
I grind daily, patriotic like Tom Brady I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz what I write is beyond crazy I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, Mac Palmer
ain't like it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch cracker Now, Rich not, she could of met a rich cracker She get high, worked at McDees, they big mac
the stone out yo' ass! Warning, to all those, caps get peeled Quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin', (Kill kill kill!) Curb chasin', straight lacin', with a Mac
with you niggas Once again it's on Fuck we ain't through with niggas, twin towers here to ruin niggas You couldn't break up the towers with Tom Donivich
the fuckin bullet Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the caddy Aw shit, fire spits out the hole of the mac
'll be giving her the pipe when i'm out of town she wanna see me so we skype she might get obsessed and keep calling 30,000 feet tom petty free falling
Intro: Yo You have now reached, the back of the High Life Ah-ha! Thanks for comin? out I?ve been your host, Mac Miller It?s been great spendin? the evening
how we do This a little story about uh A nigga you know well, Knoc-Turn'al I can see you watching waitin' in my garden In my bushes plottin' Peepin' Tom
, call it my fate I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre Cleek, Jamal
s been along time comin' I done paid my dues Now every time I turn around it's like I'm back in the news I know alot of niggaz want me wearin' cement shoes And Uncle Tom
