Lou The Human – Macklemore


If life’s a game, then I’m guessing that it’s basketball
A fucking ghost, you couldn’t catch me with a master ball
I almost had the answer to life, but then I forgot the question
Peep me how I easily finesse the flow
Interrupt your date on some cockblock shit
This the type of shit that cause riots and leave streets fucked
Never smoking cheap doja, professional weed roller
If anybody finds it they can keep it, don’t regret it hoe
I killed the ref, you can’t complain when I’m hacking y’all
When they tell me to tie my shoes I get flashbacks dog
The crime scene so crazy the cops got sick, I got the hot Glock grip
French inhale, ignore the bell while you at the door
‘Til being a backpack rapper only got you a hash bag dog
They struggle to keep up, I struggle to keep sober
Knock knock bitch, the kids tied up in the hotbox shit
I mean, bitch what the fuck you think that I’m rapping for
Taking shots of lean, then I chase it with some OE
[Intro]
Anyone who says different really doesn’t deserve a breath then
Got papers on the wall, crossing out whoever’s next to go
I’m the sickest and insanest, sneaking out the basement
I’m at your door, already robbed the money that I’m asking for
Having meetings with the masons, bitch I’m fiending and impatient
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, humaniac, yeah, look, uh
In my pocket, they acting hard they better stop it
Better go find the fucking cops if you cross me
Oh, Lou, wow, real great, that’s mature
I prolly don’t got a care in the world, I did once
Just know anytime that I write this shit that it’s armageddon, bitch
Can’t drink ’cause if I did then I probably smack rappers
Shit, I lost my mind a while ago but I left it though
And bitch I ain’t afraid of death ’cause I’m dying to meet Pun
Help you look for it while you asking why I’m laughing hard
I been running shit since you was prolly tired of taking jogs
Eat, smoke, and do bad shit, I’m back up in the lab with a vengeance
I feel like a thug ’cause I watched a [?] flick popping a Glock in mosh pits
Shit, I’m slipping LSD inside your coffee
I’m a hot headache, I’m hot-headed, but speak colder than an Eskimo
I hope they hate me at the Grammys like I’m Macklemore
I still be in ripped jeans, smelling loud with a pack of raws
Bitch I went crazy and never went back to norm
All up in your kitchen, stack dishes and leave cups
I hope they hate me at the Grammys like I’m Macklemore
At the release for Yeezys broke, but I’ll probably rob a pair
Run up in the basement take the basic cable, tag the floor
Hitting swishers, twitching like I’m going through a crack withdrawal
Hoes down, G’s up, they tell me to ease up
Huey been a menace, bitch I’m bougie and pretentious
Restless since they been sleeping on me, I ain’t took a nap
Too high to see my phone, I don’t never read a mention
Y’all all Sway, they ain’t got the answers, tryna test the kid
A friendless dick screaming fuck you to censorship
I’m probably ass backwards as fuck, but I don’t care
’til I forgot what I was thinking from hitting my fifth blunt
And they ask me why I’m crazy
Flow is so ungodly but God loves ugly so I smile more
Ate them all, I’ve been facing L’s but never take a loss
You online tryna spread knowledge, you tweet Yoda
Running circles ’round these fucking losers, I ain’t did a lap yet
On occasions I condone E, I done tripped so hard
Taking faces off, leaving dead bodies up in the basement dog
I been in the kitchen cooking up this crack shit
I’m with a freak that’s insecure, tryna practice more
The kid was a sick pup since Kane didn’t speak none
Face it dog, this is exactly what they been waiting for
Taking more cookies out the jar while you at the store
I told them if I knew then shit I wouldn’t be explaining, think I’m brainless
I used to want to be a conscious up on the rap track dog
If they popping off, I’m kicking in your door instead of knocking
A little voice in my head said, "Huey you the best" and
[Verse]
And I’m leaning on the pavement, pay me what you owe me
So mean make a fiend do a backflip, I just
Yeah, bitch I’m prolly still high from the day before
An over-optimistic pessimist forgetting how to make sense of shit
I could barely save my money, I would never save a whore
Chicks curve they boyfriend and tell me to please fuck
Vented to a doctor then I killed him with a sentence
Now I smack back hard, way harder than smack rappers