Children Stories - Mac Miller Lite Nights Lyrics

Rubbing two sticks of imperial margarine together
I hope you're not too under the weather in the firey sky in late July
Hoping I don't have one two many Mac Miller light Nights

Getting too high can't be undone
Like that sweater song
That made me blue
The row-tating hum of my night fan will always keep me pulled in
Not out for home run win
I'm not up for stealing bases
Only dirty looks
Until Frida Callos unibrow
Slapped my face, shook
The curtain is pulled back
& you can see that my bed is empty
Cold showers for hours are conceived
Cue up the dvds, put on that Netflix app
Let's all be brainwashed from all the same crap
If we are all given the same things to digest with our horses mouths
Re-creating was our favorite past time
Once a week
Keeping our scheduled rhythmic nursery rhyme

I will never be a size medium
I will never be a size medium
But I'll pontificate
On these morals
Like Orel's
Trying to find a balance
Before I'm sinking like Mario in quick sand

Rubbing two sticks of imperial margarine together
I hope you're not too under the weather in the firey sky in late July
Hoping I don't have one two many Mac Miller light Nights

Withered bones, to rainy nights
Catch me off guard like
I'm clowning
Umbrellas popped
Like New Year's Day
But I can't keep from frowning
Promises broken like bread
Lamb skin shedded to shreds
I got one eye open
And a popcorn lung
Play this message for my young one
Weathered recites in washed out pockets
Vouyeristic fake selfie smiles grinning ear to ear

Rubbing two sticks of imperial margarine together
I hope you're not too under the weather in the firey sky in late July
Hoping I don't have one two many Mac Miller light Nights.