Face The Facts Lyrics - Mac Miller

Hey, Hey, Hey (Hey) Just Display A Rhyme Skill Man 

That What It Is 92 Till Infinity And Beyond, 

Heh Heh, And Beyond 

Allright Look, Monthafuckas Still Rap BEYOTCH 

Hey, When I Was Fifteen It Was My Dream To Work With Pream 

He Believed In What I Do So Now Hes Makin' This Beat 

And Im Writin' These Rhymes, Makin' Sure That I Kill It 

Shinin Like Im A Critic The Goverment Cann't Conceal It 

My Style They Try To Steal It 

Cus' People Startin To Feel It 

Im Goin On These Adventures Somethin Like On A Field Trip 

And Now Im Growin Up Lookin Around This Planet 

Some Shit Be Goin On And I Just Can't Understand It 

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No Need To Panic I Got To Expand It 

A Million Downloads Im Takin Over Your Bandwidth 

Moments All Can Did Kodak Reminisin Go Back, 

Life Feel Good Want Yall To Know That 

Don't Have No Dill And No Half A Mill 

Just On My Game Start Shit With Some Mass Appeal 

Go Platinum, Independently, Incredibly Dope 

You Needa Tell A Scope To Come And Get At Me 

And Maybe I Could Never See To Label My Identity 

They See My Middle Finger Shut The Fuck Up And Let Me Be 

That How Its Always Been And How It Will Be 

Filthy Ass Rhymes Makin Money But Im Still Me 

Flippin' The Mics, Spittin' This Nice, 

Never Could Get Everything That I Like 

Now I Can Copy No Matter The Price 

Fuck If You Get It I'm Rappin For Life 

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You Can't Tell Me Shit, I Got My Own Mind, 

Its Six In The Morning And Now Its Go Time 

Hey, Had To Take The Beat And Let It Breath Usin Up The Oxygen 

The Kid He Go Rockin' And There Ain't To Stoppin' You 

See Me Stockin' Up Workin Every Second Of The Day And Still Not Enough 

Now On That Cocky Stuff Wat Yall To Acknowledge Us 

If You Don't Suck My Dick Bitch Esophagus 

You Probably Just Go All On The Internet 

See A Conversation And You Fell The Need To Interject 

I Ain't Finished Yet Dont Think This Kid A Threat 

I'm On The Lose End Find Me Supervision Yet 

You An Mp3 Im Still In A Set, Vintage Yet 

Futuristic With Some Shit Taht Split Your Dick(Deck) 

My Cadence Complex Rhyme Without A Concept 

Atomic Bombs Your Just A Stupid Fake Bomb Threat 

Six In The Morning And Im Writing These Rhyme Workin Hard 

So That You Know Every Night Is A Grind,Fine