[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]

Yeah, mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man, like a damn... rapper

Ah, man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]

In '09, we were still on a bus, nigga

Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush

When there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me

'Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin'

I ain't know we was on the cusp of the money

Tryna get a few bucks under custody

And my twin brothers was all Syd brothers

So my kin gully and my skin toughened

Thick lens coverin' my eyes now

It ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high now

And if there’s a different way to clear my mind out

I need to find out, I'm doin' fine now

And I don't look as stupid when I talk now

And everybody at the show look astounded

Posted up drowsy

In the cut so much that it's pus 'round me

Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours

Smokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out it

If your tucks lousy then you can't sit with us (Nah)

Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin between you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it gets

And you workin', givin' arm and a leg

Say he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'

Like a long-distance bitch

Who you know that's out that's harder than this?

Chargin' niggas like a Tomlinson win, nigga

Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown

Runnin' wild on the route that was picked

When the clouds were enshrouded

I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

I could drown you with a shallow soul

Shallow soul, shallow soul

You are drinkin' from a shallow soul

Shallow soul, shallow soul

[Verse 2: Da$H]

Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian

Just look at the state he's in, yo, yo

The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist

That ain't suckin' corporate dick

Said it with my balls in grip

Other hand got a cork to hit

All this Ralph be the sportsmanship

Walked in and said I needed all the chips

As well as the one on my shoulder

Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor

Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas

Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, so

A generation lost

Facin' a Paul Allen in vacant loft

Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought

And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost

You ain't Superman when that cape is off

Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise

Tryna see the bright side of life

And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture

It's like hard liquor, and see people are books

So you judge a ma'fucka by the first page

And a bitch by the back cover

The crime is long-sleeved, so the tats covered

Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage

They said my shit was so insane, it was like Cobain did his last number

Motherfucker

[Chorus: Mac Miller]

I could drown you with a shallow soul

Shallow soul, shallow soul

You are drinkin' from a shallow soul (Yeah)

Shallow soul (Um), shallow soul (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]

Yeah, well

Isn't he dizzy off the ups and downs?

He got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (Smoke)

Shit was s'posed to get me high

Why the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn,) and I'm

Strung out on this dusty couch

In a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, "Slow down

(Down) Stop runnin' your mouth

You holdin' my money, just shut up and count," my (Woo) (Count my)

Right nostril hasn't worked in a week

Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheik

Me, I'm swervin' in a Jeep

Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (Skrrt,) yellin'

"Play my shit or wake the baby up!" (Wake up)

I get it faded, put it back in her labia

All my life, I've been afraid of powder

All my life, I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?

The wrong decision always call my phone (Okay)

Last supper I was fuckin' with the Corleones (Uh-huh)

I need somethin' stronger than a cortisone

That can save me from the war I know

Shout out to Soulo (Soul!), and rest in peace Alori Joh

The Devil on the other side of this glory hole (Woah)

Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat

'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

Woah, look at all these new faces

I see, I see, I see

They comin' on a plane but they're leavin' in suitcases

Been a criminal before scales were digital

Used to put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (Woah)

Hate myself, fuck the strangers (Woo)

But the raps are just way too flagrant, so

Here I go (Here I go)

Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary

(Woah, where it's at) I've never been religious

But I feel like the scripture's got it all there

It's not just gypsies and fairies (Fairies)

This could be my last breath (Last breath)

I'ma take my time (Wait a second, please)

'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came in:

Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind

[Outro: Mac Miller]

You are standin' in a shallow soul

You are speakin' with a shallow soul

Shallow soul

I could drown you with a shallow soul

(Will you wash your sins with me?)

Shallow soul, shallow soul

You are drinkin' from a shallow soul

(It will set us free)

Shallow soul, shallow soul

You are standin' in a shallow soul

[Segue]