Polo Jeans Lyrics - Mac Miller

I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead 

Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed 

Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking own her 

My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier 

So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California 

Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried that the lights might kill them 

Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women 

I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows 

Just went through a half ounce of coke, blood pouring all out my nose 

Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high 

-ly publicized, when the sun go down I come alive 

Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time 

Blaow 

This another motherfucking rap song 

Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long 

Spent all my cash on a broken dream 

Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean 

All I got's this mansion and this potpourri 

But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? 

Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? 

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I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper 

And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily 

Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated 

I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit 

As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes 

I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever 

I'm more content with dark and stormier weather 

Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better 

But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing 

That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy 

Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him 

With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot of options 

15 on me for soda and swishers 

And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser? 

I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture 

Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol 

Listen, ST was the older initials 

Been rap game tighter than boa constrictors 

Rolling stone like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as 

Disclosing my fucking home location to total strangers 

No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink 

Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think 

The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick 

At my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift 

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