Slange - KFP *Shouts to Mac Miller* (High Spirits) Lyrics

Koolaid and frozen pizza
Nah I aint mac, but a white MC, ya
Rolling up my weed cause I need to be high
Need to cap of shrooms
God telling why
Like why aint your head in my lap
Why you fronting like that
You know you need my loving baby why aint you into my raps
Know youre tired of the dickwad, fuckboys, and frats
Im different kinda asshole if youre looking to match
Mean Imma smoke you out but only if Im hitting that ass
Its game that you be playing if you cash it n dash
I love women, but these girlies, man they all love to act

And I be casting for fame

Im mean im writing the roles we fill
Thinking off all these pills
Needing perscriptions filled
All of this toxic ill
Filling my body slow
Ditching out meals for snow
Or at least a taste of that thicker smoke

I dont know what I be saying
Lately
I be thinking you should call me
Maybe
Gimme a taste of your perspection
Baby
I aint sane but just dont call me
Crazy

I been working so hard for long
I think its past due for me to recharge
I'll trade talking for the movement of your jaw
I aint an ass but always just spit wrong

So give me your comments
And feed into concept
I want your brain babe
I want your knowledge
I want your life
As in I want you partner
This aint a game
But can we have a restarter?

Not an excuse
But I change the way brain thinks
Not an excuse
But I could change the way head speaks

I think the world could be a bit sweeter with you and me got to be laying each other
Like got to be knowing whats under the covers
Im all about lovers
Give two shits bout numbers
Just give me your digits
You got two of mine already hi in ya
I know im crass
But its all in that ass
The things I do
Your motherhood
To tell the truth
Those hips