Mac Miller
Break the Law lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 2015
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 3:16
Get high, breakin' laws
Get high, breakin' laws
Yeah, okay, I wake up with the taste of pussy still in my mouth
Bitch in my bed, homegirl still asleep on the couch
My head is bangin' like Metallica, swallow a bottle of Advil up
Then head back to the bedroom where she suck me dry like Dracula
It's The Young Miraculous, Mister Love-to-Grab-His-Nuts
Never let a bitch inside, fuck her in the Acura
Aurora borealis with the shine, my aura gorgeous
Dinner with forty courses, bunch of horny whores
Who fornicate to formulate a fortune
More in the race of horses, I am
My homies got my back, they all Verizon
I bring this to you la-la-la-la-la-la-live, man
You gon' need at least five hands to hold my finance
I am fe, fi, fo, fum, the giant
The best thing out of Pittsburgh since Clemente with the Pirates
I tell 'em, "Shh, this middle finger sign for silence"
Ain't a fuckin' way I'm keepin' quiet
Yeah, I been ridin' through the city, blowin' smoke out the window
Cops is on patrol, they lookin' out for all the criminals
I been a lot of things, I ain't never been a bitch though
Rules to the game (Yeah), you know how this shit go
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Oh no (Break-break, break-break the law)
La, la, la
So many people told me that I wouldn't be shit
But now I walk around with money and my hand on my dick
I think I'm special
I'm drinkin' whiskey out the bottle 'til I black out
One million, two million, shit, I'm losin' track now
Comin' to you live inside the crack house
Started with a dub and then I made it to a half ounce
Then I turned it to a pound, turned that to a house
Turned that to a career
How the fuck did I get here?
Spendin' all your time just gettin' high will drive you crazy
I killed the game like Jeffrey Dahmer did the '80s
Speedin' down the freeway gettin' head in my Mercedes
Givin' me all of this money was crazy
Shoulda known better, no pressure
Dope seller, smarter than your professor
Hoes, I don't stress her
Put a bitch down like Old Yeller
The flow's stellar, stella ella ola, have you ever been?
Shit, I probably could've been the president
Yeah, I been ridin' through the city, blowin' smoke out the window
Cops is on patrol, they lookin' out for all the criminals
I been a lot of things, I ain't never been a bitch though
Rules to the game (Yeah), you know how this shit go
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Oh no (Break-break, break-break the law)
La, la, la
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
Get money, fuck the system, break the law
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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Key vocabulary
- fe
- iron element symbol
- i'm
- I amC2
- dry
- not wetA2
- finger
- hand toe; digitA2
- hold
- keep in your handsA2
- professor
- college teacherA2
- break
- stop working or break apartA1
- bring
- take to hereA1
- courses
- classes or study pathsA1
- ever
- at any timeA1
About this song
Mac Miller was an American rapper and singer from Pittsburgh whose genre-spanning hip-hop combined party-starting beginnings with introspective, often jazzy and philosophical songwriting. He first broke through with the mainstream success of Blue Slide Park and later became a self-produced auteur credited under the name Larry Fisherman, known for candid material that culminated in his final album Swimming.