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Look At You Song Lyrics
Look At You by Mac Miller [Intro: Earl Sweatshirt & Mac Miller]
Uh, look at you, look at you (whoo!)
Look at you, look at you ???

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Mac Miller]
I don’t want this to come between us
But right now I look the worst that you probably seen me
The come down worse than the high, Momma, believe me
Look at you and that’s true
You got some problems to deal with and that’s you
Look at you
I can’t even talk, I ain’t meanin’ to act rude
It’s just I’m just kinda hot and it’s easy to catch (yeah)
I’mma leave it at that (yeah)
And that’s—

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, me tryna tell you somethin’
But it feelin’ like this has no words so
I keep on wastin’ time and ever since my angel died
The halo shine is rusted (whoa)
I say I’m fine, I’m frontin’
Every day I just been blunted
Mind is cloudy as my judgement (sh*t)
You know I’m cut from the same cloth that they use for Kevlar
Ain’t sober much, I’ve been faded off and I don’t remember
I’m going up like my name was God
Who the f**k are you saying I’m not?
My thoughts are heavy, weighing down my brain with pressure
(I can’t take it)
I’m pickin’ up the roaches out the ashtray (that’s true)
Ain’t f**kin’ with the hoes that’s in the rap game (that’s true)
There’s somethin’ different about me
Ever since I whipped the Audi
Smellin’ like it’s the sh*t around me
Feelin’ like the Big Lebowski (I’m that dude)
Sick of showin’ sad faces
I was hidden in the bat cave where the b**ches came in nightly
Keepin’ it as spicy as my last name (Mr. McCormick)

[Bridge: Mac Miller]
I bet a million dollars, show you who your friends are
I don’t need respect, just show me where the checks are
The game is full of clones, you stick out like a red Ferrari
Fix your problems, swipin’ my American Express card (cha-ching!)
You tell me I’m arrogant, I say that I’m certain
I talk to my therapist, it ain’t really workin’
I can’t tell if I’m just crazy or a genius
You my weakness, it’s becoming inconvenient
Broken pieces

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Mac Miller]
I don’t want this to come between us
But right now I look the worst that you probably seen me
The come down worse than the high, Momma, believe me
Look at you!
And that’s true
Look at you!
You got some problems to deal with and that’s you
Look at you!
I can’t even talk, I ain’t meanin’ to act rude
It’s just I’m just kinda hot and it’s easy to catch (look!)
I’mma leave it at that

[Verse 2: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]
All of your screamin’ got me smokin’ weed to relax (weeeeed!)
Yeah, some sativa to pass to feed the demons I have (whoo!)
I never gave a f**k, why should I start now?
Big dreams, small town
Get you while your guard down
The realest — speakin’ in facts
This sh*t is — deeper than rap
I put my city — on the map
I’m rockin’ the — P on my cap (Pittsburgh!)
Tell him that Jesus is back
And all he after— (after)
Is for a bottle of whiskey and some freaks he can smash
(Life’s so expensive, haah)
But to me it’s as cheap as the fees in the cab
To go down the street and then back (sir, thank you!)
All this fever I have, heatin’ the people to ash
I’mma start beatin’ your ass— for no reason
Colder than the snow season (ohh!)
Elevation, no ceiling (whoo!)
We all going home eatin’
And we don’t with dope dealin’
Everything legitimate, limitless
We all got businesses
I made my way
The eight sideways, we infinite

[Bridge: Mac Miller]
Yeah, I bet a million dollars, show you who your friends are (friends are)
I don’t need respect, just show me where the checks are (checks are)
I’m down to bang til I’m out the game like a red card
Chill in outer space in a death star
Hollerin’ at b**ches still, b**ches still
Hope they down to chill at the crib and they freakish (I mean it)

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]
I don’t want this to come between us
But right now I look the worst that you probably seen me
The come down worse than the high, Momma, believe me
And that’s true
You got some problems to deal with and that’s you
I can’t even talk, I ain’t meanin’ to act rude
It’s just I’m just kinda hot and it’s easy to catch
I’mma leave it at that

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
Upon first glance, I look through the soul, no words spoken
Frozen tear drops stained pillow cases roll over
Got over that, built to last
I’mma pro from that to be honest
No goin’ back, life’s journey
No chosen path settin’ sails around countless convicted felons
Maximum security
Only presence felt with is tested
No tellin’, send us to death or to the chair!
In my ghetto, the children probably consider me the mayor
Full-fledged, bein’ gangster don’t mean sh*t without the bread
Bread winners association, you now read that you dead
Or deadbeat fresh sneaks surroundin’ my feet (check on my walk)
But walk like there no jury, get off ???????
Now let’s shake it back from my loss
From the ones I thought thought like me
I’m greetin’ they talk like me, well— until my back was turned
Old-fashioned clutch rest and can’t handle it, back then turned
All black ??? learned ??? order manslaughter
Peep out they flaws, attack em’
Action brought them bands off em’
Makin’ statements places where I’m hated, flossin’ jags on em’
Out shoppin’ out in Calabasas, mind still entrapped
Traps up in every cabinet
Fake bricks and counterfeit money in every closet
Just in case I’m caught slippin’, you get me
You tried to rob your mind, plottin’ where I’m thinkin’
Somewhat’ll be mind bogglin’, ten toes deep in the game
Step ahead of the corner, on my head or around it
My aggression rerouted, he had to die
The b**ch violated, question me bout it
Go to war with whoever love who upset with about it
Flee the scene, jumpin’ bonds
Detectives guessin’ about me
Where the money come from?
Cold cash makin’ deposits
Arrest record’s shot, I ain’t ever sentences for bodies
Motorcycle (???)
This a rented Ducati
Wide body sippin’ lean when I ride it
Feel like I’m flying, nigga watch how I glide it
Got it

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