Текст Mac Miller – Class President

Never seem to be another ordinary college fellow
Still keep a bunch of action figure, Donatello’s
I used to wet my pants leave the carpet yellow
Now I’m playing games with hoes turn they hearts to jello
«L» rolled from my wrist to my elbow
Hella smoke got my eyes red like Elmo
Music that I make got me buzzing like a cellphone
Sticking to my word now I’m Velcro, hell no!
I ain’t gone stop one minute better than I ever been
Before it was just a scrimmage, no the boy playing for the cup
It’s a championship, see the word play dance from his lips
All my ladies put ya hands on ya hips, here some candy to lick
Come and holla if ya man is a bitch
Every party that I roll to they demand me to spit
Treat me like I’m Peyton Manning in this
Player I don’t got no time for the slow grind here in ’09
Blow minds with these dope rhymes, call them coke lines
Snort it, get distorted I’m taking you out of orbit
Plus we pippin champagne see the cork twist
Purple piff got me higher than a forklift
Hungry, feed it like my mother got four tits
I’m living in this music you a tourist
Rocky and Bullwinkle you just Boris
Boy spit still way sharper than a swordfish
Yo whole style just dead like a morgue is
I’m a senior but I stay fresh man

Class president never would’ve guess man
Bitches on me that I ain’t never met man
The only thing that’s on yo dick is ya left hand
Wolverine nails signing on the X Man
They don’t hear me up in Def Jam