Malcom Interlude - Thelonious Martin, Mac Miller

Yeah, uhm.

yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Okay-alright, okay-alright

Yeah.

Yeah I spend, my nights working and I’m quite certain

If the right person come across me then I might hurt her

This the-the white sermon, and I ain’t talking Erick

These rappers is my sons I’m the shittiest of parents

This just another suicide lullaby

You don’t get the truth here we only summarize

The facts ain’t nothing we should publicize

Throw the lightning bolts my bitch got the thunder thighs

It’s young Zeus with it

Throw the blunt in the circle playing duck, duck, goose with it, too prolific

Lot of people after the bread, me I’mma rap when Im Dead, tell them shoot me in

the back of the head

Man with no face

.yeah, man with no face, uhm

Man with no face

Yea.

yeah, yeah

Unstable head, fillin' up with raps

Whiskey in my flask shit you didn’t have to ask

There’s making judgements but they didn’t know the half

I ain’t Schoolboy Q bitch, I didn’t go to class

Your bitch pussy lips is on my 'stache

I see these new rappers and, all I do is laugh

Rap sabotage, young Macintosh

Funny money like I was buddies with Judd Apatow

Yeah, the raps is hard but the pack is raw

I’m Old Jewish homie, chillin' playing racquetball

And it’s all good after all

And it’s all good after all

Yeah, man with no face

Man with no face