'Of The Soul'Looks like I wrote this song on paperFirst time I did that in like 3 years...My handwriting is horrible and I can barely read this[Verse 1: Mac Miller]Hey, hey, don't even know what's in my head anymore thoUh, figured out I ain't gonna go to college, Lee CorsoFuckin' girls but I never kept the door closedWant you all to hear the way I put it in her torsoI ain't normal, I'm clinically insaneI guess it's the result of drugs that enterin' my brainAll of a sudden, every legend keep on mentionin' my nameAll that does is show me that my life will never be the samePolice tryna to figure out how to get me locked upI tell those cops suck dog nutsArriving to the party in a chariotLookin' for a scary bitch that I can pop her cherry pitI'm very sick, yes very I'llEternal Sunshine, Jim Carey feelAt the amusement park scared of heights: ferris wheelDouble dare me to kill?[Hook: x2]Got some soul like De La do, they say I'm newIt's nothing but some deja-vuEverywhere you go these people hate on youDeja-vu, deja-vu[Verse 2: Mac Miller]Wind chimes, sick rhymes, been high on this inclineTryna get my money stackin' tall, 6'9'Have some caviar, sip wineSacrifice insanity, sacrifice normalPurpose is for people in the pluralForm never formal, an art form, not a muralWork 4 bars that are tighter than your corn rowsSee a girl that's lookin' horny in the 4th rowHa, I just put it in her mouth, ortho-Dontist, manipulating phonics, put em into sonnetsLet me put you on this nastier than Nas isBubonic plague, bacteria that's tryna to find a waySpread, Like yolk from a broken eggTalkin' shit? You just diggin' your grave[Hook x2][Verse 3: Mac Miller]Hypothetically I'm dope, I kick incrediblyPotentially could be the remedy for happiness without the ecstasyNo methamphetamines, hot, 110 degreesVisually stunnin', you gotta see it on the LEDWhen I was 17 I thought I had it figured outNow I see what it's about, went in down a different routeIt's crucial, 3 new schools, life with a spoonfulOf sugar, yea I need my medicineFuckin Mary Poppins, gotta treat her like the presidentRepresent all these fuckin' people that I never metSome expect me to be the greatest everHear me on the radio, shit'll change foreverNow I'm just a pop sensation, fuck your expectationsI'm a be the best, have some patienceThought that it was great, then poof!It was nothing but some deja vu