paroles de chanson Diablo - Mac Miller
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Rap
diablo
Yeah,
yeah
It's
the
rap
diablo,
macho
when
I
drop
flows
Bar
gets
raised
up,
it's
me
and
Petey
Pablo
Colder
than
gazpacho,
colder
than
the
mono
Rappin'
head
honcho,
rockin'
shows
like
I
was
Bono
I
go
play
a
couple
keys
on
the
piano
The
industry
a
lie,
all
the
promises
were
hollow
Follow
me,
I
could
show
you
where
we
be's
at
How'd
I
get
my
G-pass?
None
of
your
fuckin'
beeswax
These
raps
bring
a
joint
together
like
a
kneecap
Fuck
the
little
8 balls,
show
me
where
the
ki's
at
The
time
continuum,
Mortal
Kombat
finish
'em
Tryna
find
a
balance,
reachin'
from
my
equilibrium
Fools
I
pity
'em,
I'm
not
a
human,
I'm
amphibian
Fake
superhero
like
the
Mystery
Men
I
ain't
savin'
nothin'
I'm
gettin'
faded
'til
the
angels
comin'
Skippin'
all
the
famous
functions
How
do
the
famous
function?
The
A-list
can't
be
trusted
I
strong-arm
'em
like
I
play
the
trumpet
The
bottom
barrel
of
society
I
tell
my
bitch
if
she
don't
love
me
Then
just
lie
to
me,
I'm
finer
than
the
winery
Take
it
from
the
rich,
this
is
piracy
(piracy)
Finally,
I
don't
even
need
my
fuckin'
eyes
to
see
Come
and
die
with
me
'Cause
everybody
got
dead
homies
(on
the
dead
homies)
Said,
everybody
got
dead
homies
(on
the
dead
homies)
Yeah,
said
everybody
got
dead
homies
(on
the
dead
homies)
Said,
everybody
got
dead
homies
(on
the
dead
homies)
Yeah,
um,
okay
My
mind
is
Yoda,
I'm
on
Ayatollah
These
other
rappers,
just
a
diet
soda
I
find
Jehovah
in
the
darkest
places,
empty
as
apartment
basements
This
a
marathon
gentlemen,
go
ahead
and
start
the
races
Save
the
coffin
spaces
You'll
come
up
missin'
Tell
your
bitch
that
you
been
trippin',
now
you
on
vacation
Rappin'
like
it's
automated,
lights
I
keep
'em
on
like
Vegas
Lava
makin',
so
hot
I'm
turnin'
hog
to
bacon
Only
God
can
save
him,
I
heard
the
monsters
made
him
I
ain't
a
star,
I'm
way
farther
with
the
constellations
Contemplatin'
suicide
like
it's
a
D.V.D.
Lost
inside
my
mind,
it's
a
prison,
homie,
leave
me
be
You
can
see
me
bleed,
I
be
with
the
freaks
and
geeks
Bitch,
I
never
miss
a
beat,
I'm
Charlie
Conway,
triple
deke
Gordon
Bombay
in
these
streets,
ballin'
like
I'm
Pistol
Pete
Been
a
beast,
every
word
I
spit
rewritin'
history
Look
at
what
you
did
to
me,
look
at
what
you
did
to
me
Run
into
the
underworld
with
guns
and
set
the
sinners
free
No
bitches
in
my
circle,
I'm
the
show,
you
the
commercial
I
been
poppin'
like
a
kernel,
readin'
Justin
Bieber's
journal
Treat
you
like
a
urinal
'Cause
everybody
got
dead
homies
(on
the
dead
homies)
Said,
everybody
got
dead
homies
(on
the
dead
homies)
Yeah,
said
everybody
got
dead
homies
(on
the
dead
homies)
Said,
everybody
got
dead
homies
(on
the
dead
homies)
1 Inside Outside
2 Here We Go
3 Friends (feat. ScHoolboy Q)
4 Angel Dust
5 Malibu
6 What Do You Do (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)
7 It Just Doesn’t Matter
8 Therapy
9 Polo Jeans (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)
10 Happy Birthday
11 Wedding
12 Funeral
13 Diablo
14 Ave Maria
15 55
16 San Francisco
17 Colors and Shapes
18 Insomniak (feat. Rick Ross)
19 Uber (feat. Mike Jones)
20 Rain (feat. Vince Staples)
21 Apparition
22 Thumbalina
23 New Faces v2 (feat. Earl Sweatshirt and Da$h)
24 Grand Finale
25 Yeah (bonus)
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