Polo Jeans
Mac Miller Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead
Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking own her
My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier
So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California
Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women
I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows
Just went through a half ounce of coke, blood pouring all out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high
-ly publicized, when the sun go down I come alive
Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time
Blaow

[Hook: Mac Miller]
This another motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
Spent all my cash on a broken dream
Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
All I got's this mansion and this potpourri
But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
Don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily
Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated
I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes
I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
I'm more content with dark and stormier weather
Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing
That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him
With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot options
15 on me for soda and swishers
And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture
Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
Listen, st was the older initials
Been rap game tighter than boa constricters
Rolling stoned like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as
Disclosing my fucking home location to total strangers
No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink
Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick
At my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

[Hook: Mac Miller]





[Ab-Soul]
Soulo

Overall Meaning

In the first verse of "Polo Jeans," Mac Miller paints a picture of a life of excess and recklessness. He begins by stating that he doesn't care about the consequences of his actions, even when he's high on drugs and in danger of overdosing. He then goes on to express his deep sense of loneliness, hinting that he compensates for this by treating his girlfriend like an object to be owned. He talks about his desire to hurt others, including his neighbor's dog, and how he's such a tough guy that he's impervious even to pneumonia. Despite all of this, Miller longs for connection with others, dreaming of having sex with a famous fitness model before disappearing into the California landscape.


Earl Sweatshirt takes over in the second verse, starting off by saying that he smokes weed even as he's writing lyrics. He then goes on to describe his deep-seated anger at being overlooked and ignored by the music industry. He talks about how he and his friends use drugs and weapons to hide from the police, vowing to take revenge on anyone who crosses them. Although he admits to finding some solace in the company of his fellow rappers, he still feels a sense of alienation from the larger society. For him, the only thing that matters is making money and staying true to himself, even if that means taking reckless risks and facing harsh consequences.


Line by Line Meaning

I give no fucks when I go nuts, cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa: Dead
I don't care about anything when I'm high and have overdosed on drugs, to the point of almost dying.


Woke up from the coma pulled up in a Skoda smoked, went back to bed
After waking up from a drug-induced coma, I smoked more drugs and went back to sleep.


Never thought it would be such a loner, I tell my bitch that I fucking own her
I never realized that doing drugs would make me lonely, but I force ownership over my partner.


My neighbor's daughter just got a dog, I'ma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier
I am willing to harm innocent beings, like my neighbor's dog, to prove my toughness.


So cold bro fuck pneumonia, all my bitches got love for Sosa, I just wanna fuck Rosa Acosta then disappear in Southern California
I don't care about getting sick and I am unhealthily obsessed with sex, specifically with a particular person, and just want to disappear without a trace.


Strung out to the night, I'm chilling, everybody worried the lights might kill them
I am high and relaxed, but others worry about their safety and well-being around me.


Via sight slipping, long lines of those white women
I can barely see and there are long lines of white women doing drugs around me.


I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows, Just went through a half ounce of coke, blood pouring all out my nose
I am hanging out with my friends, listening to music and doing large amounts of cocaine, causing my nose to bleed.


Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking highly publicized, when the sun go down I come alive
I don't want anyone to know about my addiction and I am famous for it, and I am at my most active at night.


Cause the guns go off in the summer time, cause the guns go off in the summer time
In the summer, violence is more likely to occur.


This another motherfucking rap song, Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long
This is just another rap song that talks about the fleeting nature of fame and fortune.


Spent all my cash on a broken dream, Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean
I have wasted all my money chasing an unattainable fantasy, and have transitioned from using weed and alcohol to harder drugs.


All I got's this mansion and this potpourri, But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?
All I have left is my big house, and a fancy fragrance, but at least I look good in designer jeans.


I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper, And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily
I smoke weed constantly and have been feeling down and isolated lately.


Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated, I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit
I am getting drunk and high and have no tolerance for people who annoy me, even resorting to violence.


As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes, I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me forever
When I see police lights, I hide and I do everything out of anger because I feel like I have been disregarded for too long.


I'm more content with dark and stormier weather, Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better
I prefer gloomy weather, and I don't agree with religious ideas of being a better person.


But here's a toast to your efforts, and don't approach me with nothing, That isn't money or breakfast, I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy
I sarcastically applaud your attempts to talk to me and I only want to be given money or food, otherwise, I may harm you.


Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him, With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot options
My friend group and I are heavily into smoking weed and someone should definitely bet on us.


15 on me for soda and swishers, And who's the shit, a bag of chips, and a colon decleanser?
I have just enough money to buy soda and cigarettes, and my friend is proud of having a bowel-cleansing product.


I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture, Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol
I don't want to take pictures with women who only want to hang out with me for status, but I do want to introduce them to my friend who carries a gun.


Listen, st was the older initials, Been rap game tighter than boa constrictors
My stage name used to be different and I am a skilled rapper.


Rolling stoned like a boulder raving, I'm so impatient and going dumb as, Disclosing my fucking home location to total strangers
I am high and acting impulsively, even to the point of telling people where I live.


No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink, Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think
I hate the police and I am coughing up blood due to my drug use. I also don't care what people think of my clothing and music.


The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick, At my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift
My life will come to a tragic end and my body will be left to decay and rot.




Contributed by Katherine F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Comments from YouTube:

@PanchoXXL

this song will always have a special place in my heart

@totallybeast2129

i saw u listening to this song when u were recording the video for your knew video lol

@pawelrybak5112

@@totallybeast2129 same

@oscarnav8

just heard it for the first time thanks to the re-release of faces, and it has also already earned a place in my heart <3

@AnotherDimension01

Check out my Mac Miller remixes!

@canadian814

yea;)

2 More Replies...

@TheTriangleOffense47

Okay but can we give props to Earl for making one hell of a beat. This is really such an underrated song

@DarkRatatatat

Yup

@dbboykid10

Basically was a preview for the same sound he used on IDLSIDGO. Earl was on a different level during 2013-2015 legit the best rapper at that time

@italoetkin

Earl NEVER MISSES on Mac Projects.

More Comments

More Versions