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Kool Aid And Frozen Pizza Lyrics - K.i.d.s. - Mac Miller

This party was dope 

Bitches are freaky here 

 

Kid, 

Kool Aid & Frozen Pizza 

its a work of art 

I ain't talking Mona Lisa 

Dream of rockin crowds 

Fillin up arenas 

This weed got me laughin like a damn Hyena (yeah) 

I'm living life pretty similiar to yours 

Used to go to school hang with friends and play sports 

Every single summer takin trips to the shore 

It was all gravy but I knew I wanted more 

You never seen a young rapper like MOI 

Can't believe the eyes its just a mirage 

Still got my training wheels still in the garage 

But I ain't gonna need those I'mma go hard 

 

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So far I've done pretty well for myself 

Couple of trophies on the shelf 

What else could I want that I don't have yet 

A little more cash and my own fast jet 

So I can go anywhere (anywhere) 

Anywhere (anywhere) 

Cali for the Kush 

Boy I know there's plenty there 

About to be in music stores everywhere 

But no yet! 

They can't understand my concept 

I've been climbing up the great wall 

Haven't had a fall yet 

These? gotta know that I'm on next 

Clean conscious 

Good Samaritan 

Companies sending me clothes so I'm wearing them 

If you don't know, I'm from the burbs 

Everything I drop recorded by Big Germ 

I smoke herb 

I make music 

 

Photos 

 

I don't even talk about it, I just do it! 

Everyone got their own opinion 

Reason why they fellin em 

You must admit he's killin em 

Runnin off adrenaline 

Waiting for the game to let him in 

So open up 

The boy of a barrel smoke and gun 

Whether old or young the chosen one 

I got hundred million flows to come 

 

Mac Miller 

(says hi to the girls) 

 

You know the lyrics to every single song 

So when I'm at a show everyone can sing along. 

My weed bag empty 

Bottle at its last drop 

I'm feelin like this could be my last shot 

But many more songs to make, cousin 

So why the f** you buggin. 

 

Yeah, we just some muther fu** kids 

We just some muther fu** kids 

We just some muther fu** kids 

We just some muther fu** kids 

We just some muther fu** kids 

We just some muther fu** kids 

We just some muther fu** 

we just some 

we just some muther fu** kids 

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