[FREE] Mac Miller x Nujabes x J Dilla Type Beat | “I'm Not Real” 

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Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am So I've been lookin' in the mirror and it still don't make no sense I'm askin' what am I supposed to do? I've done so much in my short lifetime, but I haven't done shit I done flew around the whole world First I shook a million hands and I took a million pictures But I'm a hostage in my own world And my thoughts my own enemy, got no time for these bitches I got too much on my damn mind So if I add some more stress, I just don't see how I'm a cope I think they underestimate the grind I do, bring this dough, and I'm only 20 years old I wonder why I sip this devil juice Cause it feel incredible, problems, I got several Thank God that none of that medical Ugh, I've been blessed with much to be expected

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Check myself into rehab (Yeah) Yeah Um... I might die before I detox (You piece of shit) Now that's a bar I'ma save that one for a little bit (You piece of shit) But let me come in with-with somethin' else, you feel me? (Yeah, yeah; here we go) Kenny Mason 'JUMPIN IN' (Live Performance) [Verse 1] It's Air Jordan on my flip-flops (Woo) And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop (K-ch, blaow) I might die before I detox This ain't high school, no little Asian I can cheat off (Mimimimimimimimi) We keep chiefin' while police watch (Woo) Loss in vibration, sirens blowin' up the weed spot (Ha, yeah) The Heisman hopefuls all growin' up to be cops Chasin' after gangsters but they never find the G-spot (Oh) I'm recordin' like I'll die tomorrow (Die) At the rate I'm gettin' high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow (Find) But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow (Oh my God) As she cries in sorrow (Oh my God) She just needs some time to borrow, she'll be smilin' by tomorrow Everything will be so fine tomorrow (Yeah) Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow Come say hi to Morrow (Hello) [Interlude] Well, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Well, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Here I am Oh... I know you see me Here I am Yeah... and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit but here I am! [Verse 2] I'm the only suicidal motherfucker wit' a smile on (Ching) Let’s hold hands and sing the Bible, that’s a violent psalm The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along Everybody grab a fuckin' number, this a dieathon (Mimimimimi) (Kill me) Oh, I'm the bomb (Hell yeah) Literally back away, I'm the bomb (Ka-plow!) Let me get my lion on (Growl) Yeah, okay Eighty-five grand get you a heavy-ass wrist (Bling) They ain't killin', they just yellin', that's it (Ah!) A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff (Uh) On the phone, probably yellin' at Rich (Come on, man) Say, double the money (Double the money), please, double the money (Double the money) Triple the problems, double the money They was all laughin', wasn't that funny? (Hahahaha) I started fuckin' with drugs and now I'm a junkie The U-S of A, I fuck with my country (Salute) But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie (Oh, oh) I'm thinkin' 'til my brain pops Spittin' is a cakewalk (Woah) I'm just a rapper, guess I'm stickin' to my day job (Woo) Wiz gettin' faded, come and kick it at a bakeshop Everything is A-1, steak sauce (Hahaha) [Outro] (Oh, thank God) Goddamnit (Thank God) Thank God Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit

im not right so I put all this pain in some 808 classic shit lyrics, rockin all black in the mayback back back to the basics, no rules, no limits, don’t kill my spirit MERCY poppin poppin sipin everyday mixin in my cup no lemonade drippin like a ocean, novacane some cocaine for breakfast, yikes I can’t find my place I can’t find my I can’t feel my I can’t feel my face I don’t make I don’t make I don’t make no sense

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Feeling freeer, then a octo pus Wit 8, legsss, My head stay moving great lands Advancing keepin the same prayers My head move like an octopus So Buddhist with my 8 legs A villain took the wheel and found what’s next is surreal