Macklemore Lyrics - Lou The Human

[Intro] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, humaniac, yeah, look, uh 

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[Verse] 

Taking faces off, leaving dead bodies up in the basement dog 

Face it dog, this is exactly what they been waiting for 

Ate them all, I've been facing L's but never take a loss 

I been running shit since you was prolly tired of taking jogs 

Yeah, bitch I'm prolly still high from the day before 

I could barely save my money, I would never save a whore 

Taking more cookies out the jar while you at the store 

Run up in the basement take the basic cable, tag the floor 

French inhale, ignore the bell while you at the door 

I'm with a freak that's insecure, tryna practice more 

Oh, Lou, wow, real great, that's mature 

A fucking ghost, you couldn't catch me with a master ball 

I'm at your door, already robbed the money that I'm asking for 

Help you look for it while you asking why I'm laughing hard 

Bitch I went crazy and never went back to norm 

Hitting swishers, twitching like I'm going through a crack withdrawal 

If life's a game, then I'm guessing that it's basketball 

I killed the ref, you can't complain when I'm hacking y'all 

I hope they hate me at the Grammys like I'm Macklemore 

I still be in ripped jeans, smelling loud with a pack of raws 

In my pocket, they acting hard they better stop it 

If they popping off, I'm kicking in your door instead of knocking 

Knock knock bitch, the kids tied up in the hotbox shit 

The crime scene so crazy the cops got sick, I got the hot Glock grip 

Interrupt your date on some cockblock shit 

I feel like a thug 'cause I watched a [?] flick popping a Glock in mosh pits 

And they ask me why I'm crazy 

I told them if I knew then shit I wouldn't be explaining, think I'm brainless 

I'm the sickest and insanest, sneaking out the basement 

Having meetings with the masons, bitch I'm fiending and impatient 

And I'm leaning on the pavement, pay me what you owe me 

Taking shots of lean, then I chase it with some OE 

On occasions I condone E, I done tripped so hard 

When they tell me to tie my shoes I get flashbacks dog 

I used to want to be a conscious up on the rap track dog 

'Til being a backpack rapper only got you a hash bag dog 

Now I smack back hard, way harder than smack rappers 

Can't drink 'cause if I did then I probably smack rappers 

I'm probably ass backwards as fuck, but I don't care 

At the release for Yeezys broke, but I'll probably rob a pair 

I prolly don't got a care in the world, I did once 

'til I forgot what I was thinking from hitting my fifth blunt 

The kid was a sick pup since Kane didn't speak none 

And bitch I ain't afraid of death 'cause I'm dying to meet Pun 

Hoes down, G's up, they tell me to ease up 

Chicks curve they boyfriend and tell me to please fuck 

All up in your kitchen, stack dishes and leave cups 

This the type of shit that cause riots and leave streets fucked 

They struggle to keep up, I struggle to keep sober 

Never smoking cheap doja, professional weed roller 

You online tryna spread knowledge, you tweet Yoda 

I'm a hot headache, I'm hot-headed, but speak colder than an Eskimo 

Peep me how I easily finesse the flow 

Got papers on the wall, crossing out whoever's next to go 

Shit, I lost my mind a while ago but I left it though 

If anybody finds it they can keep it, don't regret it hoe 

Better go find the fucking cops if you cross me 

Shit, I'm slipping LSD inside your coffee 

Flow is so ungodly but God loves ugly so I smile more 

I hope they hate me at the Grammys like I'm Macklemore 

I mean, bitch what the fuck you think that I'm rapping for 

An over-optimistic pessimist forgetting how to make sense of shit 

A friendless dick screaming fuck you to censorship 

Y'all all Sway, they ain't got the answers, tryna test the kid 

Restless since they been sleeping on me, I ain't took a nap 

Running circles 'round these fucking losers, I ain't did a lap yet 

I been in the kitchen cooking up this crack shit 

So mean make a fiend do a backflip, I just 

Eat, smoke, and do bad shit, I'm back up in the lab with a vengeance 

Vented to a doctor then I killed him with a sentence 

Too high to see my phone, I don't never read a mention 

Huey been a menace, bitch I'm bougie and pretentious 

A little voice in my head said, "Huey you the best" and 

Anyone who says different really doesn't deserve a breath then 

I almost had the answer to life, but then I forgot the question 

Just know anytime that I write this shit that it's armageddon, bitch 

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