Class Acts

[Verse 1: Colicchie] Hold up, now what the fuck is you tellin' me? Five retail thefts and I almost caught a felony Hedonistic writtens rather fine and so heavenly It's in between my two ears so clear it's where the Devil breathes Sensor regret correct steps and I'll never forget A pen, thoughts, a notebook, now my chemistry set We claim to be ourselves, no identity theft And if everyone's the realest, what percentage is left? My life is gettin' busy, call me Mr. On The Go I'm kickin' vicious predictions and pickin' different roads Keep the missus on her toes with kisses under mistletoes We fight and reconcile until officially the whistle blows A thousand ain't enough for me, of course I need more The direction I was headed has ended, I took a detour I couldn't run that play, I had to call an audible My novel correlates to my chronicles, now I'm plausible [Chorus: Colicchie] From my block to your block, to sayin' I'm a sure thing Once again, she's out my life, I'm watchin' as the door swings Oh well, I guess I'll take it as it comes Exhalin' the smoke and chokin' 'til I got some vacant lungs No opinion here, I'm givin' you brass facts The marijuana's prevalent, havin' a last laugh I'ma give it to you straight, pure crack and that's that Me and Mac rap on tracks, considered some class acts [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Hey If you don't know me, homie, that's great 'Cause I be travelin' in and outta state Tryna make a little bit of green paper, followin' my dream Yeah, this life gets better, but it ain't all what it seem They say, "Mac, the dollar gonna kill ya" Tryna get the gold when they thought I'd get the silver And if you don't know me, you oughta be familiar The name Mac Miller from the home of the Steelers With these weaves, homie, you Cecilia You don't know Pete Rock, you don't know Dilla You don't know L, you don't know music You don't really love this, you kinda just use it Tryna make a buck so you can get a car Fuck a Saturn, you wanna be a star Fuck Wendy's, you want a Bentley But everything here ain't so friendly (Haha) [Chorus: Colicchie] From my block to your block, to sayin' I'm a sure thing Once again, she's out my life, I'm watchin' as the door swings Oh well, I guess I'll take it as it comes Exhalin' the smoke and chokin' 'til I got some vacant lungs No opinion here, I'm givin' you brass facts The marijuana's prevalent, havin' a last laugh I'ma give it to you straight, pure crack and that's that Me and Mac rap on tracks, considered some class acts [Verse 3: Colicchie] Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages I've paid heavy wages through prayer, I called the savior Let's discuss resentments, okay, I've had a few Once again, a straitjacket inside of a padded room But she's ridiculous, but dick lick and clit, she's gone dyke I tried breakin' the law but I can't even do wrong right What you know about hard days and long nights? I stay posted up, I never left the job site And yeah, your style's cool but obsolete like Morse code I scratch my head, I'm standin' at the fork in the road Now I can go left or right, so I guess I'm ambidextrous I swear I'm supposed to be here, man, second-check the guest list And check the method, reckless, I'm impressive and respected I've reflected and recollected all my weapons of deflection Take the game to new heights, take a gamble with two dice This dude's nice, I bruise mics while givin' you true life [Chorus: Colicchie] From my block to your block, to sayin' I'm a sure thing Once again, she's out my life, I'm watchin' as the door swings Oh well, I guess I'll take it as it comes Exhalin' the smoke and chokin' 'til I got some vacant lungs No opinion here, I'm givin' you brass facts The marijuana's prevalent, havin' a last laugh I'ma give it to you straight, pure crack and that's that Me and Mac rap on tracks, considered some class acts