Incense

[Verse 1: Phil Ade] Yeah, sometimes I let my mind take me on a trip Away from theses fake niggas and these dimes trynna hit Looking for a nigga with a little recognition Still fighting for my start, I'm looking for my ignition My attention is on a place where my mom don't work And the fact that me and dad don't get along don't hurt And the niggas I been with that dabbling hood shit Ain't gotta carry 9's like a Rondo shirt Been trynna be Mr. Right, and I ain't it My ex got hip to it, she know I ain't shit Arguing over texts, a part of me want her back Wanna give her the time, I figure its time to relax Focus, get my head right, shine get my headlights Up so long, I'm forgetting what a bed like When it come to bars, I got prisms, yeah I shed light Dreams, I got visions, man I'm driven fuck a red light [Hook: Mac Miller] One time for ya mind, two times for ya soul This some late-night rhyming, its so cold after 4 I don't know why I'm just wide awake Laying back and my mind will race I let it burn like incense Hey, I let it burn like incense Hey, I let it burn like I let it burn like I let it burn like incense Tell me baby, do you think you feel alright? Cause I think I can go all night I got the lights dimmed real low Let the incense burn slow Tell me baby, do you think you feel alright? Cause I think I can go all night I got the lights dimmed real low Let the incense burn slow [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Ay yo, late night rhyming Always great timing This another world I tend to always put my mind in I'm in, places they ain't heard of yet Well I wonder what I deserve cause for sure I'm blessed My words is no threat, I'm just living this life Do it, do it again 'til I'm getting it right I know a girl and she always try and hit me at night Cause she need to hear me say that everything is alright So I do, me I'm chilling everything cool And my crew, living good cause I be singing these tunes On the move, never stay in one place for long Have an empire fucking with a Genghis Khan Trynna make a million dollars off of T-shirts I'll be fishing from the moon, hope my DreamsWork Let it burn like incense Lay back when it get tense, see the world through nothing but a 6th sense Impressed [Hook: Mac Miller] [Verse 3: Phil Ade] Sometimes I need time alone My phone, I keep silent on This when your man need a Tylenol Before I get violent on a nigga Got me yelling fuck him every time I'm on this wine or on this liquor Searching my mind trying to find different approaches To get where that dough is, cause a nigga never owned shit Except this 'dro I'm blowing out the back door a Mac show Niggas quick to speak but they can act slow On that note, tell D-lists make a move A fan need to eat, ain't nothing sweet except the room If shorty asks right, something wrong is what we do And if I'm sleeping with her, we ain't sleeping until noon Zoom zoom, smell the exhaust fumes Stepping on the gas of life, I'm gonna be lost soon That's what Mama said So much drama in my head, let the incense burn until its dead One [Hook: Mac Miller]