Mac Lethal The Parlour Lyrics

Irish Goodbye Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 The Parlour
  • 2 Morimoto (Just Duet)
  • 3 Aviator
  • 4 Royals Cap (Number the Stars)
  • 5 Black Rainbow
  • 6 Wooooo!!!!!!
  • 7 Vodka Tonic With a Lime
  • 8 Happy To Be Living
  • 9 Quarter Life
  • 10 No Miracle
  • 11 Slut (Record In a Motel In Fargo, Nd During a Blizzard)
  • 12 Jake + Olive
  • 13 Old Rasputin (Every Night)
  • 14 Sapporo *bonus Song*
  • [Verse 1:]
    Blood in my lungs
    Shotgun in my own mouth
    Ballin' so hard I got money I don't count
    Stacks in my pocket, stacks cause I'm indie
    Even though the fuckin odds were just stacked up against me
    Hold up, I took a shot of whiskey now I'm fine
    Ain't a single one of you gon' say this city isn't mine
    Even though these record labels told me that I need to act realer
    They said they'll sign me if I act like I'm Mac Miller
    Some even said they wouldn't sign me cause I'm balding
    Even though my flow is straight scalding
    Now I'm losin confidence I feel like quittin music
    Even though my flow is so abusive
    I'm just scared to let my balls swing
    So fuck ya'll, I ain't somebody's pet dog
    I pull a gun on all these record labels get robbed
    I gotta make you bang your head until your neck throb
    No one in their right mind deserves to work a desk job

    I'm gonna catch this dream before I die bitch
    I'm gonna catch this dream before I die bitch

    [Verse 2:]
    I don't even need a cheesy pop single or a chorus
    Ya'll bout to watch me shift the whole entire global orbit
    I'm on my own dick it's so big, it's so enormous
    I think I'll swallow myself like I'm the Ouroboros
    Morbid, black poisonus orchids
    Torture anybody on that music business whore shit
    "How much does a feature cost?"
    Bitch you can't afford it
    Ten billion unmarked bills on a forklift
    I smack the paparazzi bitch I'm on that Bjork shit
    Drinkin Beaujolais and a plate of seared swordfish
    Either that or Farmhouse Ale with some pork tips
    I quilt words together it's so gorgeous
    I never quit it would be bad news to my fans
    I'm committed I put tattoos on my hands
    I'll never get a real job
    So I'm just stuck makin music
    For the goodnatured people that just feel odd

    I'm gonna catch this dream before I die bitch
    I'm gonna catch this dream before I die bitch

    [Verse 3:]
    Listen, I ain't dissin anybody
    Tryin to work a 9-5 so they can get a little money
    But if you feel like you got a passion that you gotta chase
    Quit your job and hock a loogy in your boss's face
    Cause I spent too long showin up to work formal
    How can I do normal work?
    My brain don't even work normal
    I'd rather spray paint the stars til their black
    Therapeutic gangster rap
    There's a market for that, What up
    Look, if I was Gucci Mane Pitchfork would say
    I'm the greatest fuckin writer of my day
    I'm sick of music publications giddy in their press for thugs
    Ya'll are named Pitchfork why you obsessed with Bloods?
    Just because I'm white and used to mess with drugs
    Does not mean Eminem's the reason that I rap
    I know real gangsters and people in the trap
    It's a fantasy for ya'll and we're just leavin it at that
    Bitch

    I'm gonna catch this dream before I die bitch
    I'm gonna catch this dream before I die bitch

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