Polo Jeans

[Intro: Mac Miller]

Yeah, no fucks when I go nuts

Give no fucks when I go nuts

'Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa

Yeah

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

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

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Jimmy Murton]

This another motherfuckin' rap song ('Lo, 'Lo)

Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long (Polo, Polo, 'Lo)

Spent all my cash on a broken dream (Polo)

Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean ('Lo)

All-all-all I got's this mansion and this potpourri ('Lo, 'Lo)

But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? (Polo, Polo)

Don't-don't-don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? (Polo, Polo) Woah ('Lo, 'Lo, 'Lo, 'Lo)

[Interlude: Jimmy Murton]

Polo, Polo, Polo

'Lo, 'Lo

Polo, Polo

Polo, Polo

'Lo, 'Lo

Polo, Polo

'Lo, 'Lo

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

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 niggas 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 niggas, 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

Been 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 hardest, 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

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

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?

Woah

[Outro: Ab-Soul & Mac Miller]

It's the official drug user, Soulo

It's Ab-Soul, jack, listen, yo!

Yeah