Avocado

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Mac Miller] (Larry Fish) Man, Larry Fisherman, you really, you really can make a beat, man [Verse: Mac Miller] Um, I said this visual symmetry Riveting sentences in calligraphy Officially divinity My conditions are critically important Horrorcore, assortment of orphans Fuck a bitch, contortion I'm a beast, Animorphin' style Act humble, I stumbled upon a fortune teller My cash doubled, blew this shit out of proportion, fella Brass knuckles to rumblin' jungles, gods that pray Some Our Fathers, Hail Marys, and I'm on my way Fuck Twitter, there's none ill as this but Fisker Pick my ho up in it, then I bust in her Puff Swishers 'til my lungs blister Spittin' tongue twisters Work ethic incredible, yeah, I'm from Pittsburgh Got an intern, "Go and grab me the Swishers" Read the book The Giver, analyze, Trent Dilfer Wes Craven with less Satan, all hail Larry The mass makin' of homo sapien male fairies I need more money, a little less dairy Keep my bitches in the Sanctuary, pay 'em fairly I'm Jim Carrey, you more like Drew I'm eatin', and you look a little more like food You see, Satan was a angel before horns had grew On my way up by La Brea, get a Norm tattoo Beep that horn at you, bitch, move You look so confused [Pre-Chorus: Mac Miller] Yo, spent ten million To... to insure my mo'fuckin' vocal cords Good investment I said, I spent, spent ten million To insure my motherfuckin' vocal cords That's a good investment [Chorus: Mac Miller] Uh, said it's the motherfuckin' Beat makin', weed breakin' down Complete faded, I'm cremated now Clean up on aisle seven And when your dreams make a creation, wow I leave wasted to these sacred vows Spend a while with a run-on sentence It's the beat makin', weed breakin' down Complete faded, I'm cremated now Clean up on aisle seven And when your dreams make a creation, wow I leave wasted to these sacred vows Spend a little bit of time with a run-on sentence [Post-Chorus: Mac Miller] And let it run Let it run Run as fast as you can, little sentence [Outro] I never care what I do, so I always have a good time. When I was here last, I tore my gown on a chair and he asked my name Who's he? Gatsby, of course. Inside of a week, I get a package from Croirier's with a new evening gown in it Did you keep it? Sure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in the bust and had to be altered. It was gas blue with lavender beads. Two hundred and sixty five dollars! There's something funny about a fella who'll do a thing like that. He doesn't want any trouble with anyone Who? Gatsby. Uh, somebody told me... Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once Killed a man? I heard that he was connected with the government during the war, in a high way. A spy, I heard I heard he was in oil, from a man who knew all about him, grew up with him in Texas I knew somebody who grew up with him in Saint Paul Well, you look at him sometime when he doesn't know anyone's looking at him. You can see it in his eyes. I'll bet he did kill a man Which one is he? Never really goes to his own parties. Just looks in to see who's here, then disappears God knows where he is [Part II] [Intro: Mac Miller] I have a question I've been pondering, in my cabin, thinking In the jungle, the carnivore is head predator But take away the prey, what if the carnivore could only eat leaves Would he survive? [Instrumental]