Diablo Lyrics - Singles - Mac Miller

It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows 

Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo 

Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono 

Rapping head honcho, rocking shows like I was Bono 

I go play a couple keys on the piano 

The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow 

Follow me I could show you where we be's at 

How's I get my g pass, none of your fucking beeswax 

These raps bring a joint together like a kneecap 

Fuck the little 8 balls, show me where the ki's at 

The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them 

Tryna find a balance reaching from my equilibrium 

Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian 

Fake superhero like the Mystery Men 

I ain't saving nothin' 

I'm gettin' faded 'till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions 

How do the famous function? 

The A list can't be trusted 

I strong arm them like I play the trumpet 

The bottom barrel of society 

I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me 

I'm finer than the winery 

Take it from the rich this is piracy (piracy) 

Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see 

Come and die with me 

Cause everybody got dead homies 

Said everybody got dead homies 

Said everybody got dead homies 

Said everybody got dead homies 

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Uh, okay 

My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah 

These other rapper just a diet soda 

I find Jehova in the darkest places 

Empty as apartment basements 

This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races 

Save the coffin spaces 

Don't come up missing 

Tell your bitch that you've been trippin' now you on vacation 

Rapping like it's automated 

Lights I keep em' on like Vegas 

Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon 

Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him 

I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations 

Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD 

Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be 

You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks 

Bitch I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke 

Gordon Bombay in these streets 

Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete 

Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history 

Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me 

Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free 

No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial 

I've been popping like a kernel 

Reading Justin Beiber's journal 

Treat you like a urinal 

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