[Intro: Mac Miller]
Uh (Uh)
Macadelic
America
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I'm in a room filled with holographic images
Path is limitless, death, well, that's ridiculous
I'ma live forever 'cause a legend never die
See the world as simple, but complex in the design (Uh)
I spent some time just thinkin', where did that get me?
High, more drinkin' (Drinkin'), now my head empty
So can it last a couple minutes more?
Pain a funny thing when you can't figure out the source
Bear witness while I'm checkin' bitches off my hit list
Try to understand the fuckin' message I encrypted
Itchin', hallucinatin' visions of utopia
Until I figure out that the perfect world a lonely one (Uh)
Never hold my tongue, vocal as a loaded gun
And I'ma shoot somebody in the face if they too slow to run (Uh)
Mac Miller, I'm the only one
But I'm the coldest one, this is pandemonium
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Got my middle finger up with a cup and a Dutch split (Uh)
Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)
My middle finger up with a cup and a Dutch split (Uh)
Hands on my nuts while I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Still in a room filled with holographic images
Crushin' information into powder, then I'm sniffin' it (Uh)
Directly to my head, never sleep or use my bed
Iller than the future death of you ingestin' Sudafed (Yeah)
Might head to Budapest just to get a Gucci vest
Hop into a jet, get some rest to diffuse the stress (Uh)
See, this is what I do the best
Nothin' that you got except a bullet gettin' through my chest
Safe heart, a Braveheart, a warrior
I take part to stay far from coroners
I heard some corny words said about my music, though
Talkin' all that shit, sound exactly like a groupie ho
Most Dope got you hooked, yellin', "Rufio!"
First you lose your mind, then you lose your soul
So what you talkin' about? Thinkin' you out of options
American born, impeccable form
Above and beyond, I'm never the norm
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Got my middle finger up with a cup and a Dutch split (Uh)
Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)
My middle finger up with a cup and a Dutch split (Uh)
Hands on my nuts while I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
Yo' chick live in Pittsburgh? Bet I steal her
Shout out my wigga Mac Miller, comin' up in a world full of killers
I'll be shaded up at the villa with a girl that know what the deal is
Yeah, they know I come from the illest city on the map, we don't know how to act, ah
Realest young rap go-getters in America
Bad chicks get tossed around like the merry-go
CV and Mac Meezy takin' off on PJs
We the future, so every night is a new day
Sittin' in the studio, chain on and my hat low
Young visionaries, and we sellin' out the rap show
I can trigger the wave in my sleep
Name paved, I feel like I am engraved on the beat, ah
Wake up, shower, get paid, and repeat
Spit one flow, and got made on the streets
Welcome to the land where you never stay for free
Swag worth a mil', drop cash for the deal, Veggies
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Got my middle finger up with a cup and a Dutch split (Uh)
Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)
My middle finger up with a cup and a Dutch split (Uh)
Hands on my nuts while I'm wilin' out in public (Yeah)
Welcome to America (Uh)
Motherfucker, welcome to America (Yeah)
[Verse 4: Joey Bada$$]
'Bout to drop hot shit
Runnin' out of patience, niggas not sick
Rollin' up the dankest loud, plane goin' Mach 6
Rise to the top and topics change to Glocks and the Stock Exchange
Now watch the price of life on the block drop, insane
You can't stop this reign, don't name-drop in vain
Inhale toxic flames from tropic strains
It's awkward, strange
Last week he was nothin', boxers stained
Now everybody love him, and chicks offer top for fame
To the top I aim
Testin' waters, so I been afloat
No deal, but flow so real, he been in the scopes
Son got shine, now they say he shady, but he never dippin', though
Still facin' L's, you would think a nigga wins was low
What you think I'm in this for?
Won't stop 'til the nigga who invented dope in the floor
Or behind bars, droppin' prison soap
Beggin' for forgiveness, but it's business, though
I'm record spittin', Guinness flows
Got it up in Sources, now he in the store