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LE SON DU JOUR : Mac Miller ft. Sean Price, « Pet Sounds »

Le samedi 8 août 2015, Sean Price est décédé subitement dans son sommeil. Nous lui avions rendu hommage comme beaucoup d’autres dont Mac Miller. Pour soutenir la campagne de donation à la famille de Price, ce dernier a décidé de révéler et de mettre en écoute un titre exclusif en collaboration avec le défunt rappeur : « Pet Sounds »

« I wrote this under the influence of narcotics
Yeah
Play them horns!
Young raspy god
Why you fucking up my good mood?
The Bimmer used but it look new
Your raps dry as over cooked food
My shit is kaboom
I took shrooms
Now I’m playing dodgeball in a crooked room
So address me as your superior
Mind on delirium, ice cold interior
Stirring up the chaos, I’m the cause of the confusion
Young grown ass nuisance with the strength of 22 men
Puking all over your brand new accoutrements
Lucrative, assassin them but shoot to miss
I turn my body into Eucharist
Nail me to a crucifix
If I’m gonna kill myself then I’mma do it big
Scamming Mount Vesuvius
We don’t even know what being human is
And what’s a man when he loses wits?
Useless as the news at 6
Fools mean nothing but a bunch of rotten and stupid kids
I wanna, I wanna punch you (punch you)
I wanna, wanna, I wa-
I wanna punch you (punch you)
I wanna, I wanna punch you in your fucking face (Oh bitch!)
You live inside a computer
In 2014, a legend turn to rumor
Manuever through the world in an Uber
Born to be a loser to the world, I’m just a tumor they’ll remove
If I would’ve done my schoolwork
I could’ve been an Oklahoma Sooner with a golden retriever I named Cooper
Part time at Kruger’s
Working on securing me and future the American dream
Big titty bitches guaranteed a spot on the team
Bust inside my pants, leave a spot on my jeans
Clean it up
Why pretty girls always mean to us
I’m the Godzilla of mess
Leave my house forgetting that I’m still in a dress
*gun sounds*
Gun sounds, gun sounds
I wanna, I wanna punch you (punch you)
I wanna, wanna, I wa-
I wanna punch you (punch you)
I wanna, I wanna punch you in your fucking face (Oh bitch!)
Yeah I wanna, I wanna punch you
I wanna, wanna, I wa-
I wanna punch you (punch you)
I wanna, I wanna punch you in your fucking face (Oh bitch!)
I’m worldwide but I smack clowns local
Gunshots, MOP background vocals
Fire in the hole of the designer of your clothes
I’m the up and up you fucking up, why you fucking with those
Planet of the apes, the survival of the goons
I’m so dope, you could put the lighter on the spoon
I’m tightest with the tombs, need a verse and I write it son
Master this shit with no practice bitch, Al Iverson
Fuck the king of New York, in my presence they all peasants
The king is all talk
Whoever holding the crown
Better pass that shit to me, P I’m holding it down
Fuck you if you the greatest
A lot of rappers got killed, fuck around and be the latest
Your bars warm, my shit smoking
I pitch [?] I’m Chris Copeland
Yeah
I wanna, I wanna punch you (punch you)
I wanna, wanna, I wa-
I wanna punch you (punch you)
I wanna, I wanna punch you in your fucking face (Oh bitch!) »

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