When Pigs Fly

Goin in never stopin. verses I be dropin Bitches pop and lockin pills chills from the poppin Pictures I be croppin, the ones with your face in it I brace woman you chase woman I stay lifted Faces may turn crimson on the dot…… and your shit is never hot Never bought from the people, fake like its regal, I give you my prayers from the steeple, to get better , I get cheddar, getcha girls wetter With my feather even better check my sweater in this weather know I'm clever Never under the weather, hot like some pepper, send a letter to yo bitch saying I'm glad I met her I turn water into vapor, put blotters on them papers, hotter than some Quakers Some overcooked oatmeal, my passion always shows steel I know we’ll throw deals ill glow real Ill even show steal, touring all across the world Pouring love out to these girls, storing guap like some pearls, Adoring all the world and wonders it holds, put thunder to my foes, down under like it froze down in hell bitch Tell satan I won't sell him shit even if he makes me rich Ill slap that bitch, more annoying than a itch, Adapt back into your niche and remain a myth because your Spreading shit like a motherfucking snitch, bitch Put a twist on the beat like DNA, I free the slaves, lead the way I be this way, I'm the change you need Raid your sleep, say im crazy B, you got that baby D, G, we? Me? GBE gay like glee Fasten your seat belt Crashin the E-L Stashin my weed spell Matching the green ground Passin yo bitchass askin to miss class blastin my syntax Graspin my pick axe, bashin the sin tax don’t gotta pay shit Ask Mitt Romney for a mil and he’ll still remain rich Working hard for money, that’s that shit I do like But hes a political dick which mean hope he dies to night So fucking high man I swear im a pilot She wanna fuck brunghi I say go head and try it Speaking of head, give me dome like a headshot Or even make a desktop like your in a fucking sweatshop They say anything is possible…um explain flying Without technology you’ll probably die trying Lying, thinking you achieved your goal Praying to the gods like you believed the soul On the surface we stay gold, nothing less than silver Meet a bunch of fuckers like us, Ill call you ben stiller I iller, shot a bitch in the face on the ground man I killed her Still uh.. thanks for the beat mac miller