Songtexte: Mac Miller. The Jukebox: Prelude To Class Clown. What Up Cousin.

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What up cousin, how are you feelin'?,
I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin',
Just makin music, I hope you feel it,
But now I got a couple things that I gota deal with,
Soo what up cousin...

How you been, homie?
What it is, homie?
Without you here, your family feel lonly
But it's all good cousin, we gone carry on
Although it seems so unfair your gone
People nowadays neva focus on the positives
Cause life nows only good when the guap is big
They talkin shit, hatin for no reason,
Haters is stupid... baby my flow, leave'em
So confused cause they all up bout this dumb shit
Lisa said she love it and the other shit is rubish
So I'm a make my time here worth it, real god for you
Lookin' back like there's nothin I couldn't do
And there's nothin that I wouldn't do to bring you back
Poetry, heart an soul singin rap, I've been thinkin that I
Found my passion rappin bout the future in an old school fashion

What up cousin, how are you feelin'?,
I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin',
Just makin music, I hope you feel it,
But now I got a couple things that I gota deal with,
Soo what up cousin...

They say my style ain't different, I'm just like ery body else
They say my pitches gota change up, but all those people is
Just hatin cause they don't know how to love theyself
Mad when someone bring my name up
An it's unfortunate cause I'm just here comin from the heart
Shit, I'm just tryna find somethin for the market
An I ain't sayin that I'm from the worst hardships, but
My life ain't no walk in the park, it's been a shark pit,
Dark with no harvest, drivin in a car but can't find a place to park it
I got some people that I really need to talk with,
That musta been what got this shit started
There's been some people that I havn't said goodbye to
But my life gota go on, an it don't mean that we forget
Because we dedicate our lives to, that's why I wrote this fuckin song

What up cousin, how are you feelin'?,
I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin',
Just makin music, I hope you feel it,
But now I got a couple things that I gota deal with,
Soo what up cousin...

Shits real out there, ain't nobody playin' round
I got some bangers an some druggies that I hang around
Erry body does their own thing and you can find me
On the corner makin money when it's snowing,
I sell a lil weed, get my pockets fat
But I talk to cats who be movin lots of crack
It ain't the good life, it ain't the bad, it's just makin the best of what we have
I'll put the dollars down an move into the lab
That's how much I want this music shit to last,
An some days I feel it's movin to fast
Schools gone pass, not rememberin a class,
Start to leave, before you know it's time to grow up
Focus on the real try not to get ya hopes up
So far I've had some hard work an a lil luck
Some make it to the money, I ain't gone giveit up

What up cousin, how are you feelin'?,
I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin',
Just makin music, I hope you feel it,
But now I got a couple things that I gota deal with,
Soo what up cousin...