Look at You

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt & Mac Miller] Uh, look at you (Woo), look at you Look at you, look at you (Ah, yeah, Mac) [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Mac Miller] I don't want this to come between us (Yeah) But right now, I look the worst that you probably seen me (Yeah) The come down worse than the high, Momma, believe me (Look at you) And that's true You got some problems to deal with and that's you (Look at you) I can't even talk, I ain't meanin' to act rude It's just I'm just kinda hot and it's easy to catch (Yeah) I'ma leave it at that (Yeah, yeah) And that's— [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Me's tryna tell you somethin' (Woo) But a feelin' like this has no words, so I keep on wastin' time and ever since my angel died, the halo shine is rusted (Woah) I say I'm fine, I'm frontin', every day I just been blunted Mind is cloudy as my judgement, shit You know I'm cut from the same cloth that they use for Kevlar (Kevlar) Ain't sober much, I've been faded often, I don't remember (Nah) I'm goin' up like my name was God Who the fuck are you sayin' I'm not? My thoughts are heavy, weighin' down my brain with pressure (I can't take it) I'm pickin' up the roaches out the ashtray (That's true) Yeah, ain't fuckin' with no hoes that's in the rap game (That's true) There's somethin' different 'bout me ever since I whipped the Audi Smell it like it's the shit around me, feelin' like the Big Lebowski (I'm that dude) Sick of showin' sad faces I was hidden in the Batcave where the bitches came in nightly Keepin' it as spicy as my last name (Mr. McCormick) I bet a million dollars show you who your friends are (Friends are) I don't need respect, just show me where the checks are (Checks are) The game is full of clones, you stick out like a red Ferrari Go fix your problems, swipin' my American Express card (Ching!) You tell me I'm arrogant, I say that I'm certain (Certain) I talk to my therapist, it ain't really workin' (Workin') I can't tell if I'm just crazy or a genius (Genius) You my weakness, it's becomin' inconvenient (Broken pieces) [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Mac Miller] I don't want this to come between us (No) But right now, I look the worst that you probably seen me (Yeah) The come down worse than the high, Momma, believe me (Look at you) And that's true (Look at you) You got some problems to deal with and that's you (Look at you) I can't even talk, I ain't meanin' to act rude It's just I'm just kinda hot and it's easy to catch (Look) I'ma leave it at that [Verse 2: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas] All of your screamin' got me smokin' weed to relax (Weed) Yeah, some sativa to pass to feed the demons I have (Woo) I never gave a fuck, why should I start now? (Start now) Big dreams, small town Get you while your guard down The realest, speakin' in facts This shit is (Woo) deeper than rap I put my city (Woo) on the map I'm rockin' a P on my cap (Pittsburgh) Tell him that Jesus is back And all he askin’ (Askin’) Is for a bottle of whiskey and some freaks he can smash (Life's so expensive, hah) But to me, it's as cheap as the fees in the cab To go down the street and then back (Sir, thank you) All this fever I have (Have), heatin' the people to ash I'ma start beatin' your ass for no reason (Hah) Colder than the snow season (Oh) Elevation, no ceilin' (Woo) We all goin' home eatin' And we done with dope dealin' (Yep) Everything legitimate, limitless We all got businesses, I made my way The eight sideways, we infinite Yeah, I bet a million dollars show you who your friends are (Friends are) I don't need respect, just show me where the checks are (Checks are) I'm down to bang 'til I'm out the game like a red card Chill in outer space in a Death Star Hollerin' at bitches still (Bitches still) Hope they down to chill at the crib and they freakish (I need it) [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt] I don't want this to come between us But right now, I look the worst that you probably seen me The come down worse than the high, Momma, believe me And that's true You got some problems to deal with and that's you I can't even talk, I ain't meanin' to act rude It's just I'm just kinda hot and it's easy to catch I'ma leave it at that [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Upon first glance, I look through the soul, no words spoken Heart frozen, tear drops stained pillow cases roll over (Shit) Got over that, built to last I'ma pro from that, to be honest No goin' back, life's journey No chosen path settin' sails around countless convicted felons Maximum security Only presence felt with is tested No tellin', send us to death or to the chair (Yee) In my ghetto, the children probably consider me the mayor (Woah) Full-fledged, bein' gangster don't mean shit without the bread Bread winners association, you not wit' that, you dead (Dead) Or deadbeat, fresh sneaks surroundin' my feet (Check on my walk) But walk like there no jury, get off right Now let's shake it back from my loss From the ones I thought thought like me I'm greetin' they talk like me, well, until my back was turned Old-fashioned clutch rest and can't handle it, back then turned All black affair, I learned to order manslaughter Peep out they flaws, attack 'em Action brought them bands off 'em Makin' statements places where I'm hated, flossin' jags on 'em Out shoppin' out in Calabasas, mind still entrapped Traps up in every cabinet Fake bricks and counterfeit money in every closet Just in case I'm caught slippin', you get me You tried to rob your mind, plottin' where I'm thinkin' Somewhat'll be mind bogglin', ten toes deep in the game Step ahead of the corner, on my head or around it My aggression rerouted, he had to die The bitch violated, question me 'bout it Go to war with whoever love who upset with about it Flee the scene, jumpin' bonds Detectives guessin' about me Where the money come from? (Get on the ground) Cold cash makin' deposits Arrest record's shot, I ain't never sentenced for bodies Motorcycle was [?] This a rented Ducati Wide body, sippin' lean when I ride it Feel like I'm flyin', nigga, watch how I glide it Got it?