Mac Miller – Polo Jeans Lyrics

 

Polo Jeans Lyrics Mac Miller

Polo Jeans Lyrics

 

Polo Jeans Lyrics by Mac Miller (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

 

Damn you rabbit,

you smell like fuckin’ piss!
Yeah, no fucks when I go nuts
You can kiss my ass
Give no fucks when I go nuts
‘Cause I smoke dust,
overdosed on the sofa
I hate goddamn rabbits
Yeah
Fuckin’ rabbit!
I give no fucks when I go nuts
‘Cause I smoke dust,
overdosed on the sofa, dead
Woke up from a coma
Poured up with a soda, smoked,
went back to bed
Never thought I’d be such
a loner
I tell my bitch that
I fuckin’ own her
My neighbor’s daughter just
got a dog
I’ma run it over,
I’m a fuckin’ soldier
So cold, bruh, fuck pneumonia
All my bitches got love
for Sosa
I just wanna fuck Rosa Acosta
Then disappear in
Southern California
Strung out ’til the night,
I’m chillin’
Everybody worried that
the lights might kill ’em
Uh, feel ya sight slippin’
Long lines of those white women
I’m with the homies,
bump Counting Crows
Just went through a half
ounce of coke
Blood pourin’ all out my nose
Don’t tell my mom I got a drug
problem
I’m fuckin’ high-ly publicized
When the sun go down,
I come alive
‘Cause the guns go off
in the summertime
The guns go off
in the summertime, blaow
This another motherfuckin’
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-all-all I got’s
this mansion and this potpourri
But don’t I look so handsome
in these Polo jeans?
Don’t-don’t-don’t
I look so handsome in these
Polo jeans?
Whoa
The rabbit can kiss my ass
Come on, let’s go man
I hate goddamn rabbits
Fuckin’ rabbit! Kill his ass!
I don’t like rabbits comin’ to
my fuckin’ house, I kill ’em
I blow a spliff before
the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don’t like shit,
I been inside on the daily
Gettin’ wasted as the time
that I’m spendin’ high and
sedated
I’m puttin’ five in his face,
because we don’t buy into
bullshit
As soon as it’s flashin’ lights
then it’s kush to hide in
the bushes
I do this shit out of spite
’cause there’s n***** that
overlooked me
Forever, I’m more content with
dark and stormier weather
Flip the fuckin’ cross on your
rosary, we supposed
to be better
But here’s a toast
to your efforts
And don’t approach me with
nothin’ that isn’t money or
breakfast
I’m close to chokin’ a pussy,
pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet
your bottom dollar on him
With a couple n*****, weighin’
sess like it’s a lot of options
Fifteen on me for soda and
swishers
And who’s the shit, a bag of
chips and a colon decleanser?
I’m over bitches tryna act
like I owe ’em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to
Vince who could show you
a pistol
Listen, S.T. was
the older initials
Bend rap game tighter than boa
constrictors
Rollin’ stone like a boulder
ravin’, I’m so impatient and
goin’ dumb
As disclosin’ my fuckin’ home
location to total strangers
No love in my heart
for coppers,
blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashin’ 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
No you didn’t!
Yes I did!
This another motherfuckin’
rap song
He looks like a queer rabbit!
Oh, queers
Broke and crazy,
rich and famous doesn’t
last long
Spent all my cash
on a broken dream
That fag, he can kiss my ass!
Went from weed and liquor to
the coke and lean
Rabbits are queers!
They always gotta shit
on themselves!
All-all-all I got’s this
mansion and this potpourri
But don’t I look so handsome
in these Polo jeans?
Awh, those are the queer-ass
rabbits!
Don’t-don’t-don’t I look so
handsome in these Polo jeans?
Ooh, look at his little
fag bunny ears
Fuckin’ rabbit! I’m sick and
tired of ’em
Whoa
This shitty-ass rabbit stinks!
I know
He smells like pussy!
It’s the official drug user,
You wanna
He smells like an asshole!
Hey, motherfucker!
Soulo
It’s Ab-Soul, jack, listen, yo!
Smells like wet-back dick!
They smell like a bunch of
bullshit! Is it dead?
I dunno but I’m finna make sure