Mac Miller Skys The Limit Lyrics

What happens when I'm suicidal,
Vibrations all through my spinal
From the hits to the vinyl, my mind will be in the Bible.
I will read the book and I'll probably not understand a lot
Rode into town yesterday, straight from Camelot
The ' in common language they don't mean a thing
The evil king of underworlds accumulating bodies
This rap shit is turning into nothing but a hobby
Cuase the pussy has already been fucked or in the lobby.
Waiting, dominating the matrix, kick it with God and Satan
Isolation through my veins into these constellations
Drug users, they wouldn't let us join the club
So now it's Spanish bitch massage, give my joints a rub!
What's the purpose of everything, who the fuck cares?
We run scared, cause nothing fair and we don't become aware
Pretend it don't exist, ignorance, my only bliss
I think it's me, at least I hope it is!

Yeah, I'm having conversations in my head, getting into arguments
When I'm out in London, I be posted at the Parliament
Coke in the Parliaments, chilling by some monuments
Ominous when I feel your body with godly hollow tips.
Leave you holy, prepare for the Apocalypse
Sixty thousand on a rollie, cookies with the chocolate chips
Rapping hippopotamus, motherfuck a zookeeper
I don't do features, I snort glue and shoot ether
Hand full of sleeping pills, it's only me I kill
I'm Jack, wanna sleep with Jill, she'd spill on my penis drill.
Mr. Jesus, could you save my life, uh, uh?
Pacing back and forth waiting till they pass the torch
Life's a bitch about forty in a sad divorce.
Getting harder to speak remarkable things
Talking' the beast, some walking, walking with teams
That's why I'm talking to Stephen Hawkins even we speed up!
Bitch, OK, that's the first one!