[Intro: Mac Miller]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
The pill that will cure me is hard to swallow
I met her at a car show, somewhere in Colorado
With an act that's hard to follow, she an astronaut
The band had practice at my house, I had a large garage
She take the trolley to the coffee shop, around the corner, behind the clinic
Had her espresso shot and one Virginia Slim
All she could think about was him, how he's been and if he's seein' someone
Haven't heard much from him since he joined the marchin' band
Sellin' her mom's Percocets, and poppin' uppers
Her heart would stutter, thoughts were often cluttered, raindrops on the gutter drummin'
Her ugly rubber ducklin' sinkin' while the bath drain
Tell her doctor she need Vicodin, it's for her back pain
Took a nap on the last train, mind's in the ashtray
She can't unlock her conscience, left her keys with the valet
Bad day marathon, can't change the channel
Yeah, hard to arrange what's scrambled

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]
Can you sing me a troubled man's lullaby?
Save the fairy tale endings for another time
Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep
Said, can you sing me a troubled man's lullaby?
Save the fairy tale endings and the romance for another time
Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep
[Verse 2: RetcH]
Yo
It was n***as everywhere, it was lookin' like a plan
Take the fix, started buckin', they was bookin' by the van
Little kids started cryin', I seen a n***a trip and fell
It was me and bro just dumpin', n***a, all you seen was shells
One n***a tried to hop a fence, he was runnin' toward the V
Bullets whizzin' past his dome, he was duckin' by the tree
Another n***a, he was fly, had the Jordans that was black
But them n***as, they was food, so he got wet up in his back
Other n***a got away, but it was quiet for his mans
I seen bro lick a shot, it hit his head and then it jammed
He pulled the 40 out his back, cocked the shit and kept blammin'
Had the smile on his face, caught excitement from the panic
Could've swore it was a game, he was shootin' like it's Xbox
Darkskin, skinny-ass n***a with the dreadlocks
Now I'm all out of dog food, bodies lyin' twitchin'
Hit the trunk and got low, heard them sirens in the distance
Turn and go