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Mac Miller Traveling Man

senior but I stay fresh man Class president never would've guess man Bitches on me that I aint neva met man The only thing thats on yo dick is ya left

fuck I gotta prove Ive been living out my dream everything I saw came true Travel on a tour before screaming fans Got a stellar reputation girl be who I am Im gonna be the man

disrespect me, he get his head split Like Reverend Mills and from Chi-Town Can't nobody ever ever deny, how I laid it down These mini games like souvenirs Man

you Whether things are good or bad, it's just the memories Memories don't live like people do (baby don't forget me) I'm a travelling man, moving through

them phonies That don't want none trying to diss my homies Roll and rocker creeping through your city Bone crusher when I slap you silly Bone rusher when my mac milli

or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head Travel