Mac Miller In the Bag Lyrics

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So this the music that made white people mad
Yeah, this the **** to blow your speakers out
This the **** you dream about
You can have the world, it's up for grabs
Leave with everything 'cause everything is in the bag

When I was younger, I was just a little wild ************
Tryna be like all the people on television
They had all the *****es that I wanted, all the cars and all the extras
Anything money could buy, they was spending millions
I was tryna get to pimping, I was tryna blow up talking demolition
That boy got the devil in him, swear he need a exorcism
I'm all by myself, got no competition
Keep it real in a world that's filled with politicians
You want to talk about your problems
Don't you wish the life you lived was **********ing awesome
Don't you wish you had all the *****, too much money you could spend
You could get away and never see your shitty life again

So this the music that made white people mad
Yeah, this the **** to blow your speakers out
This the **** you dream about
You can have the world, it's up for grabs
Leave with everything 'cause everything is in the bag

We never done with this ****
Here we come with that ****
I ain't stressing, I ain't worried 'bout nothing, don't trip
It's amazing all the **** that I be coming out with
**** is real, tell 'em chill
Keep on bumping my ****

All my life I been a **** up, never did anything right
That's why everyday I'm ****ed up
My mom pray to Jesus Christ
Asking somebody to save me (Somebody save that boy)
But I'm way too **********ing crazy (No one can save that boy)
All the kids is doing drugs (Drugs)
They just want to break the law and find someone to ****
(They wanna find someone to ****)
Nobody doing as they told (Little bad *** kids)
Everyone out of control (**** it, that's just how it is)
I'm self made, dream came true, I'm a miracle
Every time I put my **** inside a *****, it’s spiritual
Got the whip that say wealthy on my steering wheel
Brand new model ***** made me waffles and some cereal
That's what I call a good morning
Your mom work an extra job just to get you Jordans
Just so you could show up at your school looking fresh and
I don't know 'bout you, but me, I'm important (I'm so gorgeous)
You got money in your pocket, you the ****
You got everything you want and *****es on your ****
A couple grand got you feeling like the man
Everybody walking tall til they trip
They just cut the check, you had to go and cop the whip
Drive up to your ex's crib and tell her she ain't ****
There's just something about the money, make a ************ crazy
When I die, bury me in my Mercedes, god damn

So this the music that made white people mad
Yeah, this the **** to blow your speakers out
This the **** you dream about
You can have the world, it's up for grabs
Leave with everything 'cause everything is in the bag

We never done with this ****
Here we come with that ****
I ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't trip
It's amazing all the **** that I be coming out with
**** is real, tell 'em chill
Keep on bumping my ****

Bumping my ****
Bumping my ****
Bumping my ****
Bumping my ****

Written by: Malcolm James Mccormick
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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