Avocado

[Part I]

[Intro: Mac Miller]

(Larry Fish)

Man, Larry Fisherman, you really, you really can make a beat, man

[Verse: Mac Miller]

Um, I said this visual symmetry

Riveting sentences in calligraphy

Officially divinity

My conditions are critically important

Horrorcore, assortment of orphans

Fuck a bitch, contortion

I'm a beast, Animorphin' style

Act humble, I stumbled upon a fortune teller

My cash doubled, blew this shit out of proportion, fella

Brass knuckles to rumblin' jungles, gods that pray

Some Our Fathers, Hail Marys, and I'm on my way

Fuck Twitter, there's none ill as this but Fisker

Pick my ho up in it, then I bust in her

Puff Swishers 'til my lungs blister

Spittin' tongue twisters

Work ethic incredible, yeah, I'm from Pittsburgh

Got an intern, "Go and grab me the Swishers"

Read the book The Giver, analyze, Trent Dilfer

Wes Craven with less Satan, all hail Larry

The mass makin' of homo sapien male fairies

I need more money, a little less dairy

Keep my bitches in the Sanctuary, pay 'em fairly

I'm Jim Carrey, you more like Drew

I'm eatin', and you look a little more like food

You see, Satan was a angel before horns had grew

On my way up by La Brea, get a Norm tattoo

Beep that horn at you, bitch, move

You look so confused

[Pre-Chorus: Mac Miller]

Yo, spent ten million

To... to insure my mo'fuckin' vocal cords

Good investment

I said, I spent, spent ten million

To insure my motherfuckin' vocal cords

That's a good investment

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

Uh, said it's the motherfuckin'

Beat makin', weed breakin' down

Complete faded, I'm cremated now

Clean up on aisle seven

And when your dreams make a creation, wow

I leave wasted to these sacred vows

Spend a while with a run-on sentence

It's the beat makin', weed breakin' down

Complete faded, I'm cremated now

Clean up on aisle seven

And when your dreams make a creation, wow

I leave wasted to these sacred vows

Spend a little bit of time with a run-on sentence

[Post-Chorus: Mac Miller]

And let it run

Let it run

Run as fast as you can, little sentence

[Outro]

I never care what I do, so I always have a good time. When I was here last, I tore my gown on a chair and he asked my name

Who's he?

Gatsby, of course. Inside of a week, I get a package from Croirier's with a new evening gown in it

Did you keep it?

Sure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in the bust and had to be altered. It was gas blue with lavender beads. Two hundred and sixty five dollars!

There's something funny about a fella who'll do a thing like that. He doesn't want any trouble with anyone

Who?

Gatsby. Uh, somebody told me... Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once

Killed a man?

I heard that he was connected with the government during the war, in a high way. A spy, I heard

I heard he was in oil, from a man who knew all about him, grew up with him in Texas

I knew somebody who grew up with him in Saint Paul

Well, you look at him sometime when he doesn't know anyone's looking at him. You can see it in his eyes. I'll bet he did kill a man

Which one is he?

Never really goes to his own parties. Just looks in to see who's here, then disappears

God knows where he is

[Part II]

[Intro: Mac Miller]

I have a question

I've been pondering, in my cabin, thinking

In the jungle, the carnivore is head predator

But take away the prey, what if the carnivore could only eat leaves

Would he survive?

[Instrumental]