Mac Miller – Kool Aid And Frozen Pizza (Guitar)

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Kool-Aid and frozen pizza

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It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa

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Dream of rocking crowds, see me filling up arenas

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This weed got me laughing like a damn hyena

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Yeah, I live a life pretty similar to yours

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Used to go to school, hang with friends and play sports

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Every single summer taking trips to the shore

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And that was all gravy but I knew I wanted more

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Ain't ever seen a young rapper like moi

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Can't believe they eyes, swear its just a mirage

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Still got my training wheels in the garage

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But I ain't gonna need those, I'ma go hard (Go hard)

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So far I've done pretty well for myself

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Couple trophies on the shelf so what else

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Could I want that I don't have yet

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Well, a little more cash and my own fast jet

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So I can go anywhere (Anywhere) anywhere (Anywhere)

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Cali for the kush, cause boy I know there's plenty there

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'Bout to be in music stores everywhere but not yet

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They can't understand my concept

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I been climbing up the great wall, haven't had a fall yet

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These blogs gotta know I'm on next

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Clean conscience, good Samaritan

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Companies send me clothes so I'm wearing 'em

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If you didn't know, well I'm from the 'Burgh

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Everything I drop recorded by Big Jerm

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I smoke herb and I make music

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I don't even talk about it boy, I just do it

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Everybody got their own opinion, the reasons why they feeling 'em

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You must admit he's killing 'em, running off adrenaline

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Waiting for the game to wanna let him in, so open up

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The boy a barrel of a smoking gun

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Whether I'm old or young, the chosen one

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I got a hundred billion flows to come

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I hope you know the lyrics to every single song

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So when I'm at a show everyone can sing along

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My weed bag empty, bottle at its last drop

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I'm feeling like this could be my last shot

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But many more songs to make cousin

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So why the fuck you bugging?