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