Someone Like You lyrics - Mac Miller

Someone like [x8]

Someone like you [x2]

Someone like [x8]

Someone like you [x2]

Someone like [x8]

Someone like you [x2]

[Verse 1:]

Light up till the pain gone

All I hear is this same song when the radio came on

Fuck around and get based on

Do this shit till the day I die

Are you ready? Are you ready?

Terrified but my hand is steady

Verified get the camera ready

Carry my own weight all these earthquakes don't wake

Me up from this deep sleep diving into this cold lake

Fuck a bitch 'til her toes shake telling me I'm her soul mate

Disguised emotion no face bull shit with that no thanks

Dealing with her since 08 fucked around I'm done

I heard you're supposed to race when you hear the sound of that gun

Now it's losing all of it's fun spending days in solitude

Too many dumb interviews put me in this awful mood

Not thinking logical, getting high jump off the moon

Looked into his soul when he died right there in the hospital

Peace don't seem possible when the mind is so closed

Came in for your money then left with all of your hoes

[Hook:]

Life moves fast but my baby keeps it slow

Open up your mind and start forgetting what you know (Oh!)

This shit ain't been the same since you left me here alone (Whoa!)

You hurt so good

Girl your love, it hurts so good

[Verse 2:]

Uh love me love me That fentanyl it numb me

Beautiful to get ugly turn you into a junkie

Still searching for something but I don't know what

Dreaming about nothing wake you up and then fuck

I love it when you get a little nasty

Hit it from the back if you like that wiggle them ass cheeks

Isn't that sweet same shit we did last week

For all the cash you might of stood up and would've walked past me

Wake me up from this bad dream put a match to this gasoline

Every night you somebody different got me thinking it's Halloween

Fucked up can't feel myself work hard might kill myself

Exist through audio where all my problems they're real as hell

Trapped in this wishing well, death creeping like sprinter cell

Getting high put my mind away find the words I'm tryna say

Imma think of that later when the world goes against you

You better get that baby

[Hook:]

Life moves fast but my baby keeps it slow

Open up your mind and start forgetting what you know (Oh!)

This shit ain't been the same since you left me here alone (Whoa!)

You hurt so good

Girl your love, it hurts so good

Aquarium lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Casey Veggies)

[Intro]

Yeah

Do you feel it?

Don't answer, that was a rhetorical question

Rhetorical (rhetorical)

[Verse 1]

Forever life been never nice, we expedite the process

And every night I get advice, cause life is way too complex

Heaven's lights are hella bright, ironic how that came to be

But can't you see? This angel speaks

She's saying the place is safe for me

I told "wait for me," the make believer normally disguise

Transforms before your eyes and glorifies euphoric highs

The morning rises and I'm fast asleep

Somewhere off in the master suite

Having dreams of Latin queens and nasty freaks

My mind, it wonders to places yonder and even farther

When I'm sleep walking I'm stealing jobs around Peter Parker

A genius author, a Jesus preaching just to feed his daughter

The weed to spark up, yeah he's a goner, fuck these premadonnas

I'll always wonder what happened 3000 years ago

I like to toy with the idea that we really know

Is what I do important in the grand scheme of things?

In my head these dreams are dreamt, trust me we are kings

[Hook]

I'm living a blindfold, like where did the time go

I know you hear me out there, can you sign off?

I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes

Baby I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes

Can you wait girl, so I won't be

Hold you closely, so we don't speak

Will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

So will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

[Verse 2]

I'm just trying to make it all make sense

As you hypothesize on how to monetize and take advantage of

All the time we fall behind, get lost in this Aquarium

America, the standard of vanity when the camera's up

We become celebrities, distract from the hysteria

Confessions that I have and the curiosity about life and death

Most of us will never understand it, we just like the quest

Read about the meanings of dreaming and all its messages

Sedatives that take me to God, witness his fetishes

We all in search for substance, that gives you pain and numbness

Circumstances advancing the second chances, for this beloved

I wish I could tell you that I didn't see this coming

But I'm ready for it all to end, die before tomorrow's trend

Your life, it all depends on dollars spent and knowledge gained

Darkness on the brain, lost inside, forgotten days

Life, it works in such mysterious ways

All these years that I pray, hope you hear what I say

[Hook]

I'm living a blindfold, like where did the time go

I know you hear me out there, can you sign off?

I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes

Baby I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes

Can you wait girl, so I won't be

Hold you closely, so we don't speak

Will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

So will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

[Outro]

Wherever my mind goes

I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes

Wherever your mind goes

Will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes

I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes

Will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

Will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes

I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes

Will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

Will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

Youforia lyrics - Mac Miller

I've been waiting so long

To get into her view by my side, to tell you I love you

I can't do no wrong when you are an angel

With you by my side, you are my euphoria

Euphoria...

And when you look in my eyes the pain goes away, euphoria.

You feel so damn good, I want you to know that

Just come take my hand closer.

We could go to the moon

Look in my eyes as we lay, euphoria.

Euphoria...

Now when you lay in my arms the pain goes away, euphoria.

Euphoria...

And when you're mine, I won't let you go.

The pain, it can stay, like euphoria

Euphoria...

Goosebumpz lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse 1]

Better act right cause I smack dykes

Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe

Bitch wanna live that rap life

But I already hit that last night

Think you're fucking with me, huh?

Must be hitting that crack-pipe

I be making my money

Thank God I learned how to act right

My cash like that cocaine

Give me more, say give me more

Don't worry about it, ain't no thing

Big titty hoes in my videos

Classy bitch, don't kiss and tell

Smack her ass and then wish her well

Life sucks, better give 'em hell

Get money, fuck girls, free Biggavel

A million in my briefcase

Gotta shop for some real estate

Up at the party with drugs though

Turn it up, bitch feel the bass

Throwing money, in your face

Feeling good, living great

Bad bitches in different states

It's like I think I'm Vincent Chase

With pornstars, sports cars

And my crib got a courtyard?

How we get all this money though?

You know how big his tours are?

Greedy bitch, you a needy bitch

Want some money, but need some dick

I'm about monogram

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram though

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram though

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram

My hologram

[Hook]

We in my black Benz, windows up

Getting head, smoking blunts

Everybody know what's up

And I turn them girls to sluts

Crib's like a mob boss

My bitch get my car washed

We don't stop, my dick out, her jaw drop

Cause all we do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

All she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

All she, all she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

All she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

Fuck

[Verse 2]

Don't I look like a drug dealer?

Don't I look like I'm somebody

Killing beats with that Murder Inc.

Don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti

Riding through with my hippy van

You broke bitches don't give a damn

You softer than the Michelin man

Your bitch put her pussy on Instagram

Better go hard when my flow start

They brand new but they old cars

Your pockets is on low carbs

She do a show, she a pornstar

In the penthouse, with the pants down

With the camera out, no hands now

Them hard drugs, we don't ran out

Can't believe that's someone's grand child

She's so bad but I like it (like it)

Wanna hear your pussy I'll mic it

My credit card bill is righteous but

Girl that ass is so priceless

Spend the night with

The right bitch

My dick ill, my pipe sick

Small pussy, tight fit

She loves to sniff that white shit

Fuck free, no charge

I play with that pussy like Mozart

Eat that pussy, I won't starve

Love the pussy with my whole heart

Bitch named Layla my Clapton ho

Gimme head put the Benz in captain mode

And my belt monogram

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram though

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram though

When I die bitch she fuck my hologram

[Hook]

We in my black Benz, windows up

Getting head, smoking blunts

Everybody know what's up

And I turn them girls to sluts

Crib's like a mob boss

My bitch get my car washed

We don't stop, my dick out, her jaw drop

Cause all we do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

All she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

All she, all she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

All she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck

Fuck

O.K. lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Tyler, The Creator)

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator (x2)]

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em

Girl, shake that body

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Whoa, what do we have here?

People wanna know how we could be that weird

How many hoes wanna clean Mac's beard?

I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo

My bitch suck, she a vacuum

Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood

Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to

I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose

No respect cause you wear a V-neck

I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat

I wish Narnia was on a GPS

I wish Rihanna was DTF

I got rich with these rap songs

Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone

Album filled with all sad songs

But this the one that I can laugh on

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator (x2)]

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em

Girl, shake that body

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]

Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties

I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby

Bitch, why you so damn snobby?

Your ass flatter than the back of my head

I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back in some head

Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head

I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead

Asshole area where my gooch sag

Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough

So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up

Popped a hundred mollies, fixed sherm, think I was sparking up

A bottle of Zima, the beamer, I started parking up

Seen my nigga, Mac, and he hopped in the back

And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs

And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade

But I'm a bitch-ass nigga so I say

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator (x2)]

Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac

Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, get 'em

Girl, shake that body

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]

T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy, making sure you niggas don't win like referees

Looking for the bitches that love to suck peewee

Herman, I'm a vermin

And you could tell I golf with my hat, man, fuck Thurnis

[Verse 4: Mac Miller]

I'm at IHOP's and eating with Tyler

Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah

But please, don't tell Nick

We were all watching movies at a Motel 6

Like ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

I hope Kendrick fuck Gaga

If Madonna on the Kabbalah

Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas

I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich

Pulling out the llama like "Show me your tits"

Keep crying cause I still ain't over my bitch

[Outro: Mac Miller]

Oh well...

It'll be OK...

Claymation lyrics - Mac Miller

[Hook (x2)]

Bitches stay hating

This is Claymation

Fucked up, get away

That's a vacation

Wanna get paid, who doesn't though?

I'ma be a ghost, take a Polaroid picture

[Verse 1: Vinny Radio]

Fresh off a steroid swisher

Pistol at the people that's a paranoid nigga

One of a kind though

Ain't nobody close to me

Your answers straight over D

I'll bag you like groceries

It's whatever though

Whatever cross my mind

Haters got no watch

I ain't got the time

Vinny got more flow than a box of wine

Rare as a copper dime

I got an awkward mind

But it's beautiful, like Russel Crowe

Fire at the fingertips can't extinguish it

Shorty gave me tight head without shrinkin' it

Coolest kid out, on my Chuck Inglish shit

Mac and Vinny, always get the people loose

Fall back, strike back

Just like evil do

The birds prey on us like eagles do

It's like claymation the way they bend and move.

[Hook (x2)]

Bitches stay hating

This is Claymation

Fucked up, get away

That's a vacation

Wanna get paid, who doesn't though?

I'ma be a ghost, take a Polaroid picture

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Monster and Michael Keaton

And I'm offin' you while you sleep

And you talking but it's so cheap

And I'm popular for a reason

I got a pool but it's sharks swimmin' in the deep end

Don't get much sleep, two minutes to get a dream in

Is all you need

It's crazy

The colony was lost at sea getting wavy

The rawest rapper

Baby forehead autographer

On top of Saturn

I'm sending shots from a rocket blaster

Believe me this is where geniuses live

It's Most Dope

We holier than all of Jesus' kids

But we speaking in heathens

And all of these Even Stevens

Who don't need a reason

Just want a bitch they can feed with semen

No need for sleeping

Cheeba gon' keep me dreaming

I'm faded

Been in Cali a lil too long it got me jaded

Hit Japan and I'm instagram camera shy samurais

Fucking up a Jerm beat

Teach you how to vandalize

The bandana Santana tied

The sound amplified screams on Kennywood's Steel Phantom ride

My pockets fat, I'm still looking for some pants my size

They over-analyze everything I fantasize

We could have a conversation, we could pantomime

Girl you could come a little closer put your hand in mine

This life a prison, it's time to set you free

Watching movies in silence describing what I see

[Hook (x2)]

Bitches stay hating

This is Claymation

Fucked up, get away

That's a vacation

Wanna get paid, who doesn't though?

I'ma be a ghost, take a Polaroid picture

mixtape: "Macadelic" (2012)

• Love Me As I Have Loved You lyrics - Mac Miller
• Desperado lyrics - Mac Miller
• Loud lyrics - Mac Miller
• Thoughts From A Balcony lyrics - Mac Miller
• Aliens Fighting Robots lyrics - Mac miller (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)
• Vitamins lyrics - Mac Miller
• Fight The Feeling lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Iman Omari)
• Lucky Ass Bitch lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Juicy J)
• The Mourning After lyrics - Mac Miller
• 1 Threw 8 lyrics Mac Miller
• Ignorant lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Cam'ron)
• The Question lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Lil Wayne)
• Angels (When She Shuts Her Eyes) lyrics - Mac Miller
• Sunlight lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Iman Omari)
• Clarity lyrics - Mac Miller
• America lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Casey Veggies & Joey Bada$$)
• Fuck 'Em All lyrics - Mac Miller

Love Me As I Have Loved You lyrics - Mac Miller

[Girls laughing and talking:]

Are you there?

[?]

Can you see me?

[?]

Can you feel me?

Be still

Do you love me?

Let me in

Love me as I have loved you

Love me as I have loved you

Are you ready?

Desperado lyrics - Mac Miller

[Intro:]

Uh, Chya, Uh, Uh

Dedicated too, this dedicated too

Fuck it

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Uh, I got a pocket full of posies

Some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me

I'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome piece

Get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so weak

I stood before an Angel as he told me bout the glory

Put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be lonely

I only get money, these labels tryna clone me

Uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete

So, I try to keep em' in my head

It's sad to see when everything that you believe is dead

Word to heavy D, and rest in peace to all that come and pass

Life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't last

A bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag

Rock n' Roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath

Sucker ass motherfucker, motherfuckers venom and

Doper than the shit that put Chris Tucker in Dead Presidents

Desert rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, I'm on a camel

I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals

Haha, you want a war, I got a lot of ammo

You ain't a soldier cause you rockin' cammo

Young Rambo, hundred million fans though

And I do it big, you a iPod Nano

Fire on wax, look like I rock candles

Yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my channel

That's HBO bitch, you gotta pay for that

Hahaha, your channels free

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you

Um, Imax'n shit motherfucker

Yeah, suck my dick

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Hey, ayo, I'm bout to start gambilin' with Ambien

I'm dutch smokin', that's a strike

But fuck bowlin', I could tear a pin of Maryland

See, I'm American, apparently it's damagin'

To be in front of cameras in your underwear with Marilyn

Monroe, look at dumb hoes who want too much dough

And come close to having you straight trippin' when you jump rope

Don't rock the love boat, this business fuckin' cut throat

And it's gonna crack is you just paint the wall with one coat

Rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog

These rappers who be hatin' probably need to get a job

See me, I'm with my squad, gettin' money living comfortable

I know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though

Fuck a toast, y'all is fuckin' broke, cut ya throat

Judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under oath

God made the world, why did man make the scriptures?

And if he created Lennon, why'd he go and make a Hitler?

I could take a photo, but I'd rather paint a picture

Of the one Lawrence Fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters

I'm from Pittsburgh, that's black and gold

If my skin gets filled up, I'm a tat my soul

Runnin' out of paper, writin' on my hand

Hundred thousand haters writin' bout my jams

Want a number one independent album? I'm your man

I'm a hit Preme and leave you all right where you stand

Loud lyrics - Mac Miller

Ladies and gentleman

This is Macadelic

Motherfucker

[Verse 1]

Ugh I got codeine in my cup, you can bet your ass I'm sippin'

Groupies fall in love, I’m like bitch you must be trippin’

I’m just tryna fuck and she just need tuition

Why you tryna stunt, you need to play your own position

Never gave a fuck and nothing ’bout me changed

Still roll up them blunts, got diamonds in my chain

Yeah you heard me I got diamonds in my chain

But it don’t make a difference if you cryin’ in the rain

Two hundred shows, I’ma kill more

I just sold out that Fillmore

Got a million, make a mil’ more

Play a number one spot on the billboard

[Bridge]

Yeah people lie, numbers won’t

Keep me high, drugs is close

Growing up, po’ a cup

Watch the world go up in smoke

[Hook]

I like my music real loud (real loud)

Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)

Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes

If you didn’t, now you know, never keep your pockets low

I like my music real loud (real loud)

Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)

Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes

If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low

[Verse 2]

I’ma get that Grammy soon, fuck your magazine

Jordan gonna hand me shoes, still fuck your magazine

Hammer team, in that pack with me

Hear the Jerm beat bangin’ wit’ a glass of lean

When I went to every high school class would be

Tryna fuck the female faculty

I’ma crazy little fucker, think my head done ran away

I experiment with drugs but I won’t ever fuck with yay

I just made a million dollars still I think I’m underpaid

Fuck with me? Kid no way

When you meet me, bitches stand up straight

Pump out reps, yeah I got reps

Tryna talk shit what you think about that?

For the pesos, getting bank rolls, I’ma lay low chill, til I let that stack

[Bridge]

Yeah people lie, numbers won’t

Keep me high, drugs is close

Growing up, po’ a cup

Watch the world go up in smoke

[Hook]

I like my music real loud (real loud)

Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)

Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes

If you didn’t, now you know, never keep your pockets low

I like my music real loud (real loud)

Can you turn that shit up for me right now (right now)

Here she comes, there she go, never chasing after hoes

If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low

Thoughts From A Balcony lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Uh, lemme get a one-way ticket, haven't picked a destination

I'm just tryna catch the train before it has to leave the station

Packin' no bags, nothin' but the clothes on my back

With a Cognac, let me sip it, tryna to relax

Red wine up in my glass plus Filet Mignon

I got an army right up under me, I'm Genghis Khan

Yeah, it's me against the world, I guess I'll take them on

I might stop and see my girl, but I ain't stayin' long

What if I'm gone, what the fuck you gon' think then?

I told my story, put my life inside this ink pen

Said I'll make it big when, everybody know me

Well, I made it big and, everybody phony

Haha, so could you pour me, I need a cup

No, none of that liquor, mixin' purple stuff

I could talk my pain, but would it hurt too much

Go head, judge me, hate cost money, but this love free

[Hook:]

They just dreams, turn 'em to reality

Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony

Looking at the sky, thinkin' it could all be mine

All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?

They just dreams, turn 'em to reality

Double-cup of lean, standin' on my balcony

Looking at the street, thinkin' it could all be mine

All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?

What the, what the fuck is time?

Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? (I don't know)

What the fuck is time?

Ask 'em, what the fuck is time?

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

What do you do when you think you could be a icon?

Because all these people get to screamin' with the lights on

Like they just seen a ghost, earn my stripes, zebra coat

Racin' to the gate but my flight gone

And now these writers taking shots without a Nikon

But I don't fight though, figure it's a typo

Seems we in some shit now, gonna be alright though

Potion in my sprite, then my night slows down, down

See, that's exactly what I need

My khaki's filled with cheese, my homie Sap is on the beat

Like it was "Donald Trump", a fuckin hit but I just call it luck

They throw it on when I'm walking in the club

Hey, this the Burgh shit, I don't deserve this

Well, I don't think you lookin' for me on the surface

Learn quick, now I'm big time

Fill your cup up, and I'm a sip mine

[Hook]

Aliens Fighting Robots lyrics - Mac miller (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Y’all is dead weight, less great, always gettin’ second place

I tend to race ahead of pace, dippin’ while I’m dressed in Bape

Then they chase, catch me if you can, I ain’t DiCaprio

This lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of Adderall

Capicola sandwich’s are tasty from Primanti’s

I’m a 5’7 giant, Brandon Jacobs, Eli Manning

Girls want makeup, get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning

So my girl and I be up like we some college students cramming

For a test that we ain’t study for, wonder will she love me more

With money, cause if not, I’m not sure what all this money for

Feelin’ like a hundred wars are goin’ on currently

Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency

Poison, take this mercury, I’ll teach you for a learner’s fee

How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak

Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus

Actin’ like you fuckin’ with me, that’s some shit I can’t excuse

Focus is on manual, control the panoramic view, universe

You got a chance, don’t blow it like how a tuba works

I plan to do, somethin’ that ain’t tangible

Now I’m bout to hand it to

The homie Michael Rock, hear what he sayin’ to you

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]

Take a trip, took a molly out a bank a populari

And the word around the city is he sittin in a Ferrari

I told my self I wouldn’t get it, I’m sorry

That’s my bad, I party till my cardies get foggy

Can’t keep her hands off of me, got her locked, and lost the key

We smoke, make it hard to see, we go harder then Carter one

Excuse me baby pardon me, can you fuck me like the honeymoon?

Not saying its coming soon, but I want the real show

Give me the treatment that you getting all them heels for

The shit they payin all the bills for

Man I missed it, that cake taste delicious

They can’t wait for vacations, paid for by pictures

I’m feeling good, I’m pulling bills I’m real as hell

I don’t front I roll blunts and papers

Don’t fuck with fakers

Your girl is asking me if I’mma take her

I’m straight though

You see I’m booked up til April

That’s mine, thats me, I take those

You try to see some peso’s than shake though

You get exactly what you paid for, stop acting like you can’t go

Swagging til the ankles

I feel you baby

Hopefully I look familiar, lately

Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love

But you’ll never ever get it because

It seem like it’ll only happen when I’m holding the drugs

You can never ever see it because

[Mac Miller]

Life a cliche, it ain't a bad one

First the plane land and then the bags come

We walking on this planet seeking action

Breaking girls hearts, sorry Miss Jackson

Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love

But you’ll never ever get it because

Seem like it’ll only happen when I’m holding the drugs

You can never ever see it

And it won’t stop til the aliens fight the robots

And all the ladies take their clothes off

I’m here with Mikey and we gonna Rock

This some shit you won’t top

I said it won’t stop til the aliens fight the robots

And all the ladies take their clothes off

I’m here with Mikey and we gonna Rock

This some shit you won’t top

I’m so high what you think about that babe

On some other shit, tell ‘em baby act crazy

Fifteen thousand, blow it on clothes

Six in the morning still sitting here throwed

I’m buggin’ out, buggin’ out, I wonder if they know

Pull up to the house, and I wonder if she know