Mac Miller
Frick Park Market lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 2011
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 3:18
Uh let me get, uh turkey sandwich
Uh, lettuce, tomato (bitch)
My name Mac Miller, who the f-ck are you?
Well my crew too live but I ain't Uncle Luke
And I ain't no hipster, girl I can make your hips stir
From Pittsburgh, smoke papers or a swisher
Welcome to the Cam Rellim chronicles
Looking out my monocle
I'm dodging obstacles, I gamble like the Bellagio
You cockroach, I'm heroin cause everything I talk is dope
Type to leave it clean and f-cking shiny word to Mop & Glo
Tryin' to get a mansion ain't nobody here gonna find my room
Money gonna be green I guarantee you that my socks stay blue
So press play, I start from scratch and never use no template
The next day these losers always goin' with whats trendy
My pen game is something these motherf-ckers have never seen
All City Champion everybody is second string
No need to testify (testify) for the best is I (best is I)
And anybody in my way goin' to be left to die
I'mma feed the world you can put it on my tab
Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
Anything you need you can find it at the market
If you don't hold me down for all I care you can starve bitch
I'mma feed the world you can put it on my tab
Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
Anything you need you can find it at the market
Anything you need you can find it at the market
I got my own stickers now so literally I'm everywhere
Hundred different shoes to fill no need to cop a fresher pair
These motherf-ckers treat me like it's just my second year
Fool you better get prepared
Don't know 'bout you but all my rhymes is deadly here
Frick Park Market where we kicking out the garbage
Sick bars I've been a boss so stick around and watch it
Did the round, no college campus chilling writing on top of planet Earth
F-ck whose first, It's just bout who the hardest
On my own too, f-ck whose saying different
Every time I rhyme I get that Punxsutawney feeling
I'm the starter you the fill in
You a martyr I'm just killing
Getting harder with each time I write
Wish I could rewind last night
I had so much fun just kickin' it and goin' in
Don't call me Malcolm if you didn't f-ckin' know me then
And if you lonely girl I could be your only friend
You got some shit to say I suggest you hold it in
I'mma feed the world you can put it on my tab
Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
Anything you need you can find it at the market
If you don't hold me down for all I care you can starve bitch
I'mma feed the world you can put it on my tab
Run until my legs go numb, I don't plan on looking back
Anything you need you can find it at the market
Anything you need you can find it at the market
Yeah, and this is Blue Slide Park
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Key vocabulary
- clean
- free of dirtA1
- each
- every oneA1
- every
- each oneA1
- everybody
- all peopleA1
- feeling
- emotionA1
- fill
- make fullA1
- find
- discover by searchingA1
- fun
- enjoymentA1
- game
- sport or contestA1
- green
- color between blue and yellowA1
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.