Mac Miller – Insomniak Lyrics

 

Insomniak Lyrics Mac Miller

Insomniak Lyrics

 

Insomniak Lyrics by Mac Miller (feat. Rick Ross)

 

Think for yourself and

you’ll find out
That a lot of those so-called
authorities are bullshit
Yeah, ay, Jerm, Jerm
Yeah, ahhh! Ahhh!
Ah, I’m the muh’fuckin’
greatest,
y’all don’t know that yet
I don’t need your money,
you can hold that check
At the crib in some Polo sweats
I don’t need a ho, that’s what
the hoes don’t get, whoa
Woo
I’m on my worst behavior
Woo
Bad side piece with
the pertinent flavor
Woo
Muh’fuckers never loved us
Comin’ for your money,
muh’fucker don’t trust us
Nah
Uh, you ain’t shit
Bought a brand new crib, yeah,
I move that brick
Okay
I don’t want nothin’ with your
doo-doo clique
Okay
Treat her like a dog how
I do that bitch, uh
Done doin’ promo
Promo
And it’s still motherfuckin’
Most Dope
Most Dope
Made a couple million
off a brand
Muh’fucker, we ain’t even got
a logo, uh
Bitch, you better have
my money
Must be feelin’ myself
I don’t see anybody but me
Plan on killin’ myself
Keepin’ shit too real
Keepin’ shit too real
See a muh’fucker like me
gettin’ money
How does it feel?
Already been but
I’m back for more
Insomniac, I don’t know what
I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don’t know what
I got a mattress for
Don’t sleep!
I’m an insomniac,
a muh’fuckin’ insomniac
Look bitch,
don’t try and speak around me
I’m an insomniac,
a muh’fuckin’ insomniac
Bitch I don’t speak French,
look bitch,
don’t try and speak around me
I’m an insomniac,
a muh’fuckin’ insomniac
Oh, hello Q
Yeah, yeah, said, said
I’m a maniac, crazy, act insane
Think I might
need a cage in fact
Chain reactions happen when
I make a pact
A psycho, God made me that
‘Cause I fade to black,
I gets down like a plane attack
You muh’fuckers just made
me laugh
Ha ha, God damnit,
this ain’t a drill,
do not panic
Let me see how loud you scream
Argh!
I’m off the map,
muh’fuckas start lookin’
But they’re never gonna see
where I be
She only speak French
Said “Bitch look,
don’t try and speak around me”
And I don’t sleep at all
If you on that bullshit,
I ain’t gonna be involved
Shit, shit, shit
I could make a million puttin’
my lyrics on a tee
Whoa
Fearless, Jet Li,
fourth quarter, Gretzky
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci,
don’t test me
Don’t flex if you ain’t
got shit on me
And, you ain’t got shit on me,
come get it
Come get it, come, come get it,
come, come
Jar full of fresh white snow,
bag full of unleaded
I don’t get enough credit
Get enough credit, whoa
Don’t sleep!
M-M-M-M-M-M
They done fucked up, huh?
The biggest bezzle, huh?
The don, Ricky Farrakhan, huh?
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
My weed burnin’,
my chain glitter
He’s self made,
Mac Miller my real n****
Fuck who don’t like it,
bitch, come see me
Fuck who don’t like it, hitta,
hitta, hitta
G-G-G-Gettin’ money so
complicated, I’m the shit,
I’m constipated
Yo baby mama, straight G,
let me use the crib to mail
all the weed
California, Atlanta,
white girl in a black Phantom
My top down, mid-December,
ride with a big black fat n****
Krispy Kreme then it’s
chicken wings, introduce,
different things
Jet skis and the best weed,
think it’s fake? Bitch, test me
I’m jet-lagged, don’t need
a stylist,
pants sag, Jimmy Fallon
Blowin’ green in the green room
Def Jam like,
“Boss really wildin'”
Yeah,
they hate but won’t box a n****
Bought the estate
from a boxer n****
Paranoid, I’m walkin’ round
I’m butt naked with my chopper,
n****
My chopper, n****
Huh
My chopper, n****
Huh
Hahahahaha!
I’m butt naked with my chopper,
n****
Said I’m an insomniac,
a muh’fuckin’ insomniac
Look bitch,
don’t try and speak around me
I’m an insomniac,
a muh’fuckin’ insomniac
Bitch I don’t speak French,
look bitch,
don’t try and speak around me
I’m an insomniac,
a muh’fuckin’ insomniac
I’m an insomniac,
a muh’fuckin’ insomniac