Lyrics

[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 [Outro]