Frick Park Market – English Lyrics

• By: Mac Miller
• Album: Blue Slide Park

Lyrics & Translation

Explore Pittsburgh through Mac Miller's eyes with "Frick Park Market," a catchy tribute to his favorite local deli. This song offers a glimpse into Mac's early life and the places that shaped him, providing a unique way to connect with the culture and language of Pittsburgh .

[English]

Uhh, let me get a turkey sandwich, uh lettuce tomato (mother****er)

My name Mac Miller, who the **** are you

Well my crew too live but I ain’t Uncle Luke

And I ain’t no hipster, but girl I can make your hips stir

From Pitt*************urgh, smoke papers or a swisher

Welcome to the Cam Rellim chronicles

Looking out my monocle

I’m dodging obstacles, I gamble like the Bellagio

You bitch-a-roach, I'm pissed cause everything I talk is shit

Type to leave it clean and ****ing shiny, any word to Mop & Glo

Tryin’ to get a mansion ain’t nobody here gon' find my room

Money gonna be green I guarantee you that my slide stay blue

So press play, I start from scratch and never use no template

The next day these losers always goin’ with whats trendy

My pen game is something these mother****ers have never seen

All City Champion everybody is second string

No need to testify (testify) for the best is I (best is I)

And anybody in my way goin’ to be left to die

I'mma feed the world you can put it on my tab

Run until my legs go numb, I don’t plan on looking back

Anything you need you can find it at the market

If you don't hold me down, for all I care, you can starve mother****er

I'mma feed the world you can put it on my tab

Run until my legs go numb, I don’t plan on looking back

Anything you need you can find it at the market

Anything you need you can find it at the market

I got my own stickers now so literally I’m everywhere

Hundred different shoes still feel the need to cop a fresher pair

These mother****ers treat me like it's just my second year

Fool you better get prepared

Don’t know ‘bout you but all my rhymes is deadly here

Frick Park Market where we kicking out the garbage

Sick bars I’ve been a boss so stick around and watch it

Didn't fit around no college campus, chilling writing on top of planet Earth

Mother****ers who's first, It’s just bout who the hardest

On my own two, mother****ers who's saying different

Every time I rhyme I get that Punxsutawney feeling

I’m the starter you the fill in

You a martyr I’m just killing

Getting harder with each time I write

Wish I could rewind last night

I had so much fun just kickin’ it and goin’ in

Don't call me Malcolm if you didn't ****ing know me then

And if you lonely girl I could be your only friend

You got some bullshit to say I suggest you hold it in

I'mma feed the world you can put it on my tab

Run until my legs go numb, I don’t plan on looking back

Anything you need you can find it at the market

If you don't hold me down, for all I care, you can starve mother****er

I'mma feed the world you can put it on my tab

Run until my legs go numb, I don’t plan on looking back

Anything you need you can find it at the market

Anything you need you can find it at the market