mac miller.<3

yeah about this...

Blue suede shoes stay crispy like bacon.
Nikes on my feet make my cypher complete,
Uh I stay shining like the lights on the street in the night.
Revis take me shoppin when im up in New York
Hit the shoe store go & cop a few more
You at the mall getting dinner at the food court
I'm at LA eatin 22 course
Young boss bitch paper in my pockets
I got a closet filled with shoe boxes
Mom says my spending habit a little bit obnoxious
But a pilot stay fresh up in his cockpit
Used to rock hand me downs
Now I buy some clothes wear em out, hit the club bitches pull they cameras out.
Livin in a dream they beginning to believe
My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed.
Shit, with what im spitting they should give me a degree
Good liqour what I'm sipping isn't cheap uh
Feeling a blow don't snooze don't sleep
All I really need is some shoes on my feet

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April 11, 2011

somebody told me sleep was the cousin of death

theyhavestarsintheireyes reblogged this from macmillersex and added:

:( i miss you olivia
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