Mac Miller When in Rome Lyrics

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All the freaks coming out when the sun down
Hating on it, I don't give a **** now
Bad little ***** with her tongue out
Told her go long, its a touchdown
Do this for the city and the state
Buster better bring me to the safe
Went up right now I ain't really tryna wait
Got me on trial but I'm beating that case
************ say it to my face
Say it to my face, ************ go and say it to my face
Trippin' now, everything straight
Rappers all wanna drop it now and they can't even get a date
Feeling greater than a meth head
If you got a problem don't stand here
In the middle of the ocean, see the land here
Any helicopter, ****er, we gon' land here

When in, when in, Rome

Bad little ***** in the
I give it to the homie, he can have that
You talking that ****, where the racks at?
They keep you on the shelf, where the racks at
You can try to go and see the Colosseum
When they die they better bet a mausoleum [?]
I don't got time ***** I'm high in the secret
I don't got time ***** I'm high in the secret
Everybody and their mother wanna rap now
Tell 'em cut a check for a youngin', and I'ma cash out
Walking in the back door to the [?] now
All my ****, you can borrow my *****, give her back now, right now
I'ma need that, right now
Give her back now, right now
I'ma need that
Came up from the gravel to the **********ing castle
Broke culture all we do is trappin'
At the table breakin' bread with his palneers
Got a whole bunch of *****es doing Valium's
Make a song everyday, got 1000
Got a whole bunch of trophies and medallions
Any **********ing made it before the **********ing money
Got another under rapper who's counting?
When in, when in, when in Rome
I was 19 with the homies goin' 'round the globe
Got 75K, now they book me for a show
Now my folks can't see when they steppin' on my toes
God damn, loco, god damn, loco
Yeah

When in, when in, Rome

I'm at the top of my game
I don't mean to be rude, but me and you, we are not one in the same
I'm eating your food and ****ing your ***** cause you is a lame
Pittsburgh, hipster, little kid damn my life changed
I'm at the top of my game, I'm at the top of my game
I'm at the top of my game, I'm at the top of my game

Yeah I made a couple million off rap like it's nothing
Keep the **** quiet, don't stunt too much
She could **** me, she don't give it uptoo much
Drink liquor like water, getting drunk too much, haan
I was off them drugs too much, in the crib ****ing all these little sluts too much
How it is when you young, blowing up too much
Talking ****, but I know you ain't been up to much
Man I been working, said I'm the greatest
Now that I'm certain, Benzo the latest
Drunk and I'm swerving, I'm going ape **** on all of my verses
**** being famous, I'm here to **** up your favorite
Lately I'm hearing too much of the same ****
Young and I'm faded, killing ****, bury it all in my basement

Shut your **********ing mouth *****
**** your **********ing couch *****
Yeah you ****ing, you ain't 'bout ****
Swear you a lame
I'ma keep killing ****, let them all hate
*****es all over my basement, yeah I'm collecting
I need that money today

Written by: Jeremy Kulousek, Malcolm Mccormick, Zachary Vaughan
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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