Mac Miller Break the Law Lyrics

sponsored links
Get high, breaking laws
Get high, breaking laws

Yeah, okay, I wake up with the taste of ***** still in my mouth
***** in my bed, homegirl still asleep on the couch
My head is banging like Metallica, swallow a bottle of Advil up
Then head back to the bedroom where she suck me dry like Dracula
It's the young miraculous, mister love-to-grab-his-nuts
Never let a ***** inside, **** her in the Acura
Aurora borealis with the shine, my aura gorgeous
Dinner with forty courses, bunch of horny whores and fornicate
To formulate a fortune, more in the race of horses I am
My homies got my back, they all Verizon, man
I bring this to you like lalalalala-live man
You gon' need at least five hands to hold my finance
I am fe, fi, fo, fum, the giant
The best thing out of Pittsburgh since Clemente with the Pirates
I tell them "shhh" this middle finger sign for silence
Ain't a ****in' way I'm keeping quiet

Yeah, riding through the city blowing smoke out the window
Cops on patrol, they looking out for all the criminals
I been a lot of things, I ain't ever been a ***** though
Rules to the game, you know how this **** go
Get money, **** the system, break the law
Get money, **** the system, break the law
Get money, **** the system, break the law
Oh no, break the law
La, la, la

So many people told me that I wouldn't be ****
But now I walk around with money and my hand on my ****
I think I'm special, I'm drinking whiskey out the bottle 'til I black out
One million, two million, **** I'm losing track now
Coming to you live inside the crack house
Started with a dub and then I made it to a half ounce
Then I turned it to a pound (Wow), turned that to a house (Wow)
Turned that to a career, how the **** did I get here?
(Spending all your time just getting high won't drive you crazy, crazy)
I killed the game like Jeffrey Dahmer did the 80's
Speeding down the freeway getting head in my Mercedes
Giving me all of this money was crazy, shoulda known better
No pressure, dope seller, smarter than your professor
Hoes, I don't stress her, put a ***** down like Old Yeller
The flow's stellar, stella ella ola, have you ever been?
**** I probably could've been the president

Yeah, riding through the city blowing smoke out the window
Cops on patrol looking out for all the criminals
I been a lot of things, but I ain't ever been a ***** though
Rules to the game, you know how this **** go
Get money, **** the system, break the law
Get money, **** the system, break the law
Get money, **** the system, break the law
Oh no, break the law
La, la, la
(Get money, **** the system, break the law
Get money, **** the system, break the law
Get money, **** the system, break the law
Break the law, break the law, br-break the law
Break the law
Break the law
Break the law
Law, law)

Written by: Andrew Kim, George Chet Forrest, Malcolm Mccormick, Robert Craig Wright
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Artists A to Z: