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Mac Miller - Ave Maria
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
Thundercat
Thundercat
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Larry Fisherman
Larry Fisherman
Producer
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer

Songteksten

Yeah And I can't feel my legs, I'm a paraplegic Lord, I want a fair one with my demons Karen Meyers became married to Jesus Born dead, they had to dig up my fetus And now the devil want to tear me to pieces I'm a diagnosed insomniac An astronaut who blastin' off into the star galactic On top of Saturn, fox-trottin' with velociraptors The dino-aliens invaded Earth, so they could feed on hypochondriacs Prepared for the rapture, closet hillbilly Threw the spinners on the tractor, I listen to Uncle Kracker, but That's white America for you, we all that matters I'm walkin' backwards, shadowboxin' with karate masters It's more to rap, we sell the royal crack at Castle Rock A bad apple like an unemployed Macintosh We lost Jobs, now they brainwashed with dot com It's only so long until we surrender the free world to Hong Kong And sinners stay still, but the merry-go-round And round It all just keeps spinnin' Gotta keep swimmin' (keep swimmin'), yeah (keep swimmin') Eat, drink and let the merry-go-round Eat, drink and let the merry-go-round Eat, drink and let the merry-go-round Eat, drink and let the merry-go-round (yeah, yeah) I got a double-sided silver dollar Larry Fish here from midget league, beginner slaughter I'm not drownin', I'm wadin' in the water Killin' off these monsters ever since I was a Sabra I got horses on my PJ's Shout to Spitta, jet life, I fit the Porsches on the PJ's On stage, sendin' dark forces to my DJ The birdies on tour like PGA, Davis Love III Pittsburgh warrior, bullets in my cornea In exelsis Deo, ayo, this is Gloria (Ave) Av- (Maria), Ave Maria I'm gettin' bread, yeast rise on Easter, money is God (God) Black bitches with jungle fever, I love to be on You on the B-Team, I fuck with Solange All my life they said I doesn't belong So I'm chillin', growin' drugs on my lawn Sinners stay still, but the merry-go-round And round It all just keeps spinnin' Gotta keep swimmin' (keep swimmin'), yeah (keep swimmin') Eat, drink and let the merry-go-round (go round) Eat, drink and let the merry-go-round (go round) Eat, drink and let the merry-go-round (go round) Eat, drink and let the merry-go-round (go r-) Yeah What? What? What? Have you found a way out? Have you found a way out? Yeah A vacation in Slovakia, celebratin' Mardi Gras Eatin' baklava and lobster claw at the Ramada With a Mafia of immigrants Finna take 'em on a pilgrimage Have you found a way out?
Writer(s): "malcolm Mccormick" Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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