Kool Aid & Frozen Pizza (Explicit)
Mac Miller"Kool Aid & Frozen Pizza (Explicit)" é uma música de Mac Miller, 2010, Pop. A música tem 2:36 de duração, 82 lines / 446 words.
Letra
0:05Case
0:07Know what
0:08Know what
0:08Know what
0:09Know what
0:10Hey
0:11Kool-aid and frozen pizza
0:12It's a work of art
0:13I ain't talking Mona Lisa
0:15Dream of rocking crowds
0:16See me filling up arenas
0:18This w**d got me laughing like a d**n hyena
0:21Yeah I live a life pretty similar to yours
0:24Used to go to school
0:25Hang with friends and play sports
0:26Every single summer taking trips to the shore
0:29And that was all gravy
0:30But I knew I wanted more
0:31Ain't ever seen a young rapper like moi
0:33Can't believe they eyes
0:35Swear it's just a mirage
0:36Still got my training wheels in the garage
0:39But I ain't gonna need those I'ma go hard
0:41Go hard
0:42So far I've done pretty well for myself
0:45Couple trophies on the shelf so what else
0:47Could I want that I don't have yet
0:49Well a little more cash and my own fast jet
0:52So I can go anywhere
0:54Anywhere anywhere anywhere
0:56Cali for the kush 'cause boy
0:57I know there's plenty there
0:59'Bout to be in music stores everywhere
1:00But not yet
1:01They can't understand my concept
1:03I been climbing up the great wall
1:05Haven't had a fall yet
1:07These blogs gotta know I'm on next
1:09Clean conscience good samaritan
1:11Companies send me clothes so I'm wearing 'em
1:14If you didn't know well I'm from the 'Burgh
1:16Everything I drop recorded by Big Jerm
1:19I smoke herb and I make music
1:22I don't even talk about it boy
1:23I just do it
1:24Everybody got their own opinion
1:26The reasons why they feeling 'em
1:28You must admit he's killing 'em
1:29Running off adrenaline
1:30Waiting for the game to wanna let him in
1:32So open up
1:33The boy a barrel of a smoking gun
1:35Whether I'm old or young the chosen one
1:39I got a hundred billion flows to come
1:41I hope you know the lyrics to every single song
1:44So when I'm at a show everyone can sing along
1:46My w**d bag empty bottle at it's last drop
1:49I'm feeling like this could be my last shot
1:52But many more songs to make cousin
1:55So why the f**k you bugging
1:58Yeah we just some motherf**kin' kids
2:01We just some motherf**kin' kids
2:04We just some motherf**kin' kids
2:07We just some motherf**kin' kids
2:08Shout from my fans man
2:09We just some motherf**kin' kids
2:11Holding me down
2:12We just some motherf**kin' kids
2:13And all the homies homies
2:15We just some motherf**kin' kids
2:16We just some motherf**kin' kids
2:17We just some motherf**kin' kids
2:21You know what
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Case Know what Know what Know what Know what Hey Kool-aid and frozen pizza It's a work of art I ain't talking Mona Lisa Dream of rocking crowds See me filling up arenas This w**d got me laughing like a d**n hyena Yeah I live a life pretty similar to yours Used to go to school Hang with friends and play sports Every single summer taking trips to the shore And that was all gravy But I knew I wanted more Ain't ever seen a young rapper like moi Can't believe they eyes Swear it's just a mirage Still got my training wheels in the garage But I ain't gonna need those I'ma go hard Go hard So far I've done pretty well for myself Couple trophies on the shelf so what else Could I want that I don't have yet Well a little more cash and my own fast jet So I can go anywhere Anywhere anywhere anywhere Cali for the kush 'cause boy I know there's plenty there 'Bout to be in music stores everywhere But not yet They can't understand my concept I been climbing up the great wall Haven't had a fall yet These blogs gotta know I'm on next Clean conscience good samaritan Companies send me clothes so I'm wearing 'em If you didn't know well I'm from the 'Burgh Everything I drop recorded by Big Jerm I smoke herb and I make music I don't even talk about it boy I just do it Everybody got their own opinion The reasons why they feeling 'em You must admit he's killing 'em Running off adrenaline Waiting for the game to wanna let him in So open up The boy a barrel of a smoking gun Whether I'm old or young the chosen one I got a hundred billion flows to come I hope you know the lyrics to every single song So when I'm at a show everyone can sing along My w**d bag empty bottle at it's last drop I'm feeling like this could be my last shot But many more songs to make cousin So why the f**k you bugging Yeah we just some motherf**kin' kids We just some motherf**kin' kids We just some motherf**kin' kids We just some motherf**kin' kids Shout from my fans man We just some motherf**kin' kids Holding me down We just some motherf**kin' kids And all the homies homies We just some motherf**kin' kids We just some motherf**kin' kids We just some motherf**kin' kids You know what You know what You know what You know what You know what You know what You know what You know what You know what You know what
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