Avian lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse 1]

Concoctions of hamentashens, launching a bottle rocket

Done being nice, I'm here for your life and all the profits

I'm not your conscience, you nuts? Almonds and Haagen Dazs

Auction off your grandfather's watch, from the holocaust

I'm iconic, making walking in the garden and bird watching

Alarming all of these cardinals like I need a pope

Puffing that white smoke, get faded and play the maestro

I'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe

Sneaky bitch stole my Rolly last night yo

I might know some dyke hoes who can fight though

Walking on a tight rope, underneath a microscope

But close up, we all just molecules and isotopes

What psychic don't know the future?

To live life you kids might, just close your computer

The street lights might blind you though

Make a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope

[Hook]

There's a bird in the sky

Look at him fly

Why...

[Verse 2]

A little TV money, dollars for sense of humour

Scholar for my attendance like Bueller, so no use for a tutor

Some cold brews in the cooler

Coming through in the woodgrain PT cruiser, stuntin'

I'm pissed off like a blind person looking for a restroom

Probably be dead soon inhaling cigarette fumes,

Sorry for that blind people comment, that was just rude

And I was raised better, say God bless you

I'm Kenny Powers, you more of a Debbie Downer

My bitch taking off her trousers every time I get around her

I'm nasty, I never shower, go sleep on a bed of flowers

Not end of this conversation, I've been in my head for hours

I'm out

[Hook]

There's a bird in the sky

Look at him fly

Why...

I'm Not Real lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Passport, filling it up with stamps

Set a camp up on my land, swam the rivers of Japan

She keep on asking for a rack so I ran

Looking back, like you can't see who I am

Think my bitch don't know me no more

Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no more

If money buy you love, then love's not enough

So tell my why you on your knees crying to the floor

If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to make it right?

The clouds are gray but would you pay the price to paint them white?

Might have a baby on the way, cause I been going in raw

It feels better, that real pleasure

I'm not real, I think I never was

I get a rush every time she let me get a touch

I need to feel that (love)

I need to feel that (pain)

My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring that (rain)

I keep my head up (high)

A little fed up (lies)

They always tell me where my mind is on this LP

I don't exist

Hieroglyphics

Pyrotechnics

Metaphysics

Telekinetics put 50k on my credit card

Looking for answers, I'm searching but I ain't getting far

Let's get it on, I'm real like Tenenbaums in Lebanon

Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]

Point me to the road, and I'ma run it

Bloodhound with my nose to the money

Ain't fucking with these hoes

Getting duckets 'til I die

While my foes busy running, fuck it

Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toast it in public

Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle

Like who didn't test yet? Test this

Few new rules in effect, bitch

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

See this a rather spooky action movie

Roll it up and pass it to me

Hashing booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie

See a creature, ass beauty

Need a feature, rather shoot me

Truly bitches must have them bad jeans in bag of Coogi

Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the trap is booming

Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in fact assuming

Back to doing cash pursuing

Posted up like Patrick Ewing

Rapper fuser, sad if you would battle for a stack or two

These eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship

Indefinite boundaries, show you the end of it

Don't forget you infested in nasty crevices

Allowing birds to fall to their death before they even fly

He and I are not the same

Doctor, doctor, please prescribe me something for the pain

Money in machines, those will make you change

If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in vain

But I can't complain

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]

Point me to the road, and I'ma run it

Bloodhound with my nose to the money

Ain't fucking with these hoes

Getting duckets 'til I die

While my foes busy running, fuck it

Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toast it in public

Head in the clouds, my toes in the struggle

Like who didn't test yet? Test this

Few new rules in effect, bitch

S.D.S. lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse 1]

Close my eyes before I cross the street

If a car about to hit me, then he ought to beep

Watching Dawson's Creek 'til I fall asleep

It's harder than it seems, I'm under water in my dreams

I'm in awe, this jigsaw, puzzle's not complete

I'm just an idea, nothing concrete

Came to raise limits, get higher than plane engines

They tryna change with us, but come to the same difference

Shut your pie-hole, I'm dope and I know

My voice sound like it was a sample off a vinyl

I don't mind those hatin' on my style

I tend to take the high road, get stoned and fly low

I'm no god, I don't think that I'm a human, though cause I'm so odd

People sellin' drugs cause they can't find no job

Wonder if Christ made a million off selling the cross

Let bygones be bygones, my mind strong as pythons

The day that I die on will turn me to an icon

Search the world for Zion or a shoulder I can cry on

The best of all time, I'm Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan

[Bridge]

Somebody do somethin'

Somebody do somethin'

Somebody do somethin'

Somebody do somethin'

Somebody move somethin'

Somebody move somethin'

Somebody move somethin'

Somebody move somethin'

It ain't no party like aristocratic party

Said, it ain't no party like aristocratic party

[Verse 2]

Sipping Jameson like I was majored in whiskey flavouring

When I'm drunk, I'll cut your head off and leave it dangling

FlyLo's still tryna put me on to Ableton

Asian women love me, I look like David Duchovny

In kindergarten, used to put some condoms in my cubby

In case one of these hoes was tryna fuck me

I ain't nobody, and neither are you

Been contemplating if I even still believe in the truth

I'm so stubborn, I'd rather write my own history book

Where the world don't give a fuck 'bout how you physically look

All your songs are sixteen's and a hook

We're here to reinvent music, it's time for the revolution

I'm down for the movement, trying not to lose it

Jewish Buddhist consume the views of Christianity

Wonder if Hindus like to eat fish soup

If it's true, they should hit Alaska in an igloo

I hear the fish biting nice right now

I can't figure out life and feel right right now

Boo, if I think it, I should say it, there's a reason that I write it down

Spit the shit that leave a diaper brown, poo

[Outro]

Somebody do somethin'

Somebody do somethin'

Somebody do somethin'

And... somebody move somethin'

Somebody move somethin'

You right there...

Somebody move somethin'

Somebody move somethin'

Bird Call lyrics - Mac Miller

[Intro]

Quack, quack

[Verse 1]

I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar

Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car

You ain't a rapper, my homies never heard y'all

I just spit a punchline, so now I need a bird call

Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball

I'm dealing with some shit that really don't concern y'all

Punch a fan if you get a fucking word wrong

I'm wavy, get me some shit that you can surf on

Finding me a bitch I can swerve on

Frank Thomas homie, about to put the hurt on

Your bitch at night lie in bed, she turned on

Throw some weed, tell her burn one

[Hook]

Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one

Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one

[Verse 2]

Yea, I used to give a fuck about success

Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress

Posted down for buttsex, it will be a cum fast

Sorry that's some shit I had to confess

Crazy ass bitch doing 911 threats

Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds

Now I'm at the top and the crown fit

Gold on my outfit

Surrounded by this pussy, I'ma drown in

Got that wet pack, bitch come and give me that

You know we wanna know where them titties at

Got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking with

Have your little brother asking moms where the pussy is

Corruption, stuntin' at the function

Your girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & Onion

Pay attention, you'll learn something

Roll that weed up, burn one

[Hook]

Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one

Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one

Matches lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Ab-Soul)

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

Ever since a nigga had recess

Motherfucker felt like a grown-up (Soulo)

Momma come and bitch about a curfew

I was still playing round the corner

7 years old saw my first porno

Damn that fucked me up

At 10 I bust my first nut

On this older ho gut, but so what

Let's recap, the earth spinning too rapid

I'm living too fast, sin is a habit

I can't hack fornicate, act as rabid

One bean short of an acid tablet

Security guards spark my cigarettes

The old head go 'head and cop me a brew

Sometimes them Koreans be cool

These shades make me look 22

They say you learn when you get older

I just say that that ain't true

That just means when you was younger

You ain't get turnt up like us fool

Just got L's so I'm riding high

Still in high school but I do

Everything I will do

When I'm 25, no lie

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

I was young with ambition

F*cked around with these hoes

Never needed permission

Went and lived the life that I chose

Premonition type visions, see the world as it goes

Tell them all what they missing

While I watch as it unfolds

Dodging my death

Confident kid I was trying to grow up with the best

Watching my step

Never know college but could find me nodding off always on test-day

I coulda been a great graduate

Woulda got one of those hoes from the Bachelor

Coulda been smart, coulda been a doctor

Life full of drama, little soap opera

Falling in love, like she woulda caught ya

Almost got her knocked up, woulda been a father

All about energy, make good memories

I'm the fucking Dalai Lama

Only 18 but I got my own business

Then I got fame like what the fuck is this

Whole bunch of cameras, fake ass bitches

Everyone around wanna treat me all different

Oh I'm cool? Cause I got money

Back in high school none of the hoes was tryna fuck me

I thought it was a conspiracy

Sometimes my thoughts are scaring me

You a parody, hilarity, that funny sh*t for the parakeets

They, they, they was looking for somebody like me

Big bag of weed and a money heist scheme

Something brand new, wonder what it might be

Coughing off them drugs, moving at a nice speed

If you 18 years and older

18 years and older

If you 18 years and older

18 years and older

Take care of my family, take care of my girl

Plant a couple seeds, raising into tress

Went to see a rated R movie about me

They said you must be

18 years and older [x5]

I Am Who Am (Killin' Time) lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Niki Randa)

I'm posing a question, how many been empty and holding aggression,

Close to depression, open your eyes and just focus a second

Fucking recession might bother my mind's always moving I'm letting it go

Know that I'm pointing at negative energy, telling me stop

They're telling me no, don't

Your aura is something you ain't even sure of

Explore the core of California, hoes got more to snort up

I've had a smorgasbord pornographic thought

That's a lot, the feeling come after the shock

Praise me I'd rather you not, cause

It's driving me crazy the fact that you pay to make me into something I love

You come to the club searching for drugs, drunk

Fucking these sluts

God loves me, what if he does, what does it mean?

You're wasting away doing nothing, you're fronting

Why ain't you chasing your dreams?

We wonder 'bout life but none of us willin' to learn

The money we earn is something to burn

Why won't they give me a turn-out?

Feed the hungry and clothe the naked

You're mistaken, the world is cold and it's lonely, ain't it?

When 'em high roller homes in Vegas raid them with some home invasions

Contaminating the place with plague, we just saved the day

I waste away in a room spitting these raps

Yahweh put the world in my hands, I'm giving it back

Forfeiting the war, he lays his sword down and walks away

Grabs a 40 from the corner store and begins to contemplate

Dealing with death like he worked in the morgue absorbing the souls

Forgotten, he lost his way

Starring down that barrel, thinking not today

Life is so precious, Lord knows that life is so precious

Fight to the death, till there's nobody left

You're holding your breath cause you might get infected

I'm animalistic, instinctively thinking I'm gettin' ballistic

Be specific, to those in control, we all statistics

Misogynistic with a twisted mind, I'm intertwined

My trigger finger itching, all I kill is time

Initial symptoms of schizophrenic behavior

The mind is like religion, can't agree on who's its savior

The newest flavor of superhero, I'm shooting lasers

Except I'm cool invader and blowing up rooms full of strangers

A news anchor, the youth can-relate-er, it's nature

If you're a hater, I'll deal with you later, no thank you

I'm just your neighbor, please don't do me no favors

Really doe, come on homie we major

I waste away in this room spitting out raps

Yahweh put the world in my hands, I'm giving it back

Objects In The Mirror lyrics - Mac Miller

Can you turn the beat up? A little louder... There ya go.

[Intro]
Some people (oh whoa-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh (uhn-nuh-unh-nuh)
Yea, people say, people-oh-oh (people-oh-oh)
Say...

[Verse 1]
People love you when they on your mind
A thought is love's currency
And I been thinking about her all the time
I never seen somebody put together perfectly
What would I have to do to call you mine?
Someone like you is so hard to find
You can open up your eyes or you can walk in blind
All I ask is that you hurry, I won't hurt you don't you worry
Listen to me, I'ma set you free
He ain't gonna break your heart again
Go through the worst to reach the ecstasy
When your imagination's on pretend
I never thought that it would feel this way
You never taught me how to heal the pain
I wish you caught me on a different day
When it was easier to be happy

[Hook]
So just a little taste and you know she got you
Can you hide away, can you hide away?
The sound of silence as they all just watch you
I kinda find it strange
How the times have changed
But I wish, we could go and be free, once
Baby, you and me
We could change the world forever
And never come back again
Let's leave it all in the rear-view
Let's leave it all in the rear-view, girl
You don't have to cry
You don't have to cry

You don't have to cry no more
You don't have to cry no more
You don't have to cry no more, little girl
You don't have to cry

[Verse 2]
Mend a broken heart girl if you can
I don't expect you to be capable
You got the world right in your hands
And that responsibility is inescapable
I promise that I'll be a different man
Please give me the chance to go and live again
I'm having some trouble, can you give a hand?
It seems perfection really is so unobtainable
Don't even say you about to end it all
Your life precious ain't a need to go and kill yourself
I'm not so sure that there's an end at all
I wish the truth would just reveal itself
Who do you call to make it to the top?
And who do you call to make the shootin' stop?
And who do you call to give the coupe a wash?
After everything I did I think I'm still myself

[Hook]
So just a little taste and you know she got you
Can you hide away, can you hide away?
The sound of silence as they all just watch you
I kinda find it strange
How the times have changed
But I wish, we could go and be free, once
Baby, you and me
We could change the world forever
And never come back again
Let's leave it all in the rear-view
Let's leave it all in the rear-view, girl
Oh-oh-oh
Let's leave it all in the rear-view
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Let's leave it all in the rear-view, girl
You don't have to cry
You don't have to cry
Whoa-oh-oh (yeah)
Let's leave it all in the rear-view
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh

Red Dot Music lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Action Bronson)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Think I can see a fucking halo

About to meet my maker

Brought a double cup of Drano

Some soda for the flavor, uncontrollable behavior

With some psychopathic tendencies

Lonely as your neighbor with the bitches, he got special needs

Word to my denim fiends, I'm Kennedy on ecstasy

My flavor from the nature, need an acre for my recipe

They got my soul, bu I don't let them take the rest of me

My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly

And my denim tailored, me and Action rapping

I'll be fucking with the Fader, sipping mind eraser

Actually, we rapping for the fuck of it

Taking money from you, gonna smack you out in public

We the republican government, abundance of substance

Having consumption to fuck a bitch

You're Banana Republic fit, go suck a dick

And your bitch looking like Cousin Itt, the ugliest

[Hook: Action Bronson]

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit

Groupie bitches wildin' up to suck a baby's dick

Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth

Just for that sizzle, gortex in case of drizzle

[Hook: Mac Miller]

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit

Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit

They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead

So how'd I get this red dot on my head?

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Yo, I don't perform unless the money's in my pocket first

After rapping take my people out for octopus

We all deserve a dedication to the fandom

Hold your hand out for nothing if you claim to be my man, damn

You see me peeling off a whip like when your mother strip

Blow the dice, roll them shits, hit another trip

Shit, I'm on some shit

Hand's fucking hotter than a leather in the six in the summertime

Understand I'm only rhyming for this son of mine

And so my daughter can be a lawyer and reap the spoils

We ate the tuna, it's suede puma, my look is Jay Buhner

Dawg it's cause some of us just age sooner

I'm still twisted, rocking lizards from a strange river

Forbidden jungle in the joint paper, point shaver

Check the bio, I fixed the game between Kentucky and Miami of Ohio

I been wild

[Hook: Action Bronson]

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit

Groupie bitches wildin' up to suck a baby's dick

Cadillacs is gettin' whipped a hundred eighty fifth

Just for that sizzle, gortex in case of drizzle

[Hook: Mac Miller]

I said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy shit

Looking up into the clouds where the angels sit

They looking down, keeping watch 'til I'm dead

So how'd I get this red dot on my head?

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]

Bitch I'm nodding enough, I'm hot as wassabi sauce

And constantly giving y'all a bit of this ambiance

I was a minor, chasing after vagina

None of my friends were fake, but none of my clothes designer

Went from posted on stoops to smoking on roofs

I came from that basement, now look at this view

Making this money, blowing it all

Fuck what you did, just show me results

[Verse 4: Action Bronson]

Yo I'm a 635, dip or fly motherfucker

Leather to the foot, horses I led them to the brook

If you like to keep the chisel in the book

I see a lion in the mirror when I look

Look, I lose money but I make it back

I keep it true and ain't no motherfucking faking that

I get a-fadin' and then I fade to black

Been on the razorbacks, I hold the multi-colored flavored gat

Blat

I said it must be the drugs...

[Outro: Loaded Lux]

You was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps

Who the fuck is Mac Miller?

This name says "crack dealing trap nigga

Slash cat peeler, back with a black stripper

Ass thicker than a snack wrap snicker, too fat to snap zippers"

And half is what I'll do to Mac Miller

Now my mind's first track figured

A nigga who treats his yak richer than elixer

Taps slicker than past tiller

Goes around the room like his cats get finna

Oh you Mac Miller?

The fact's filtered in the snapped picture

My man jack ripped over Google like Jack the Ripper

Yoohoo, I'm finna murder this brunette bitch

Get pumped like a flat fixed to become a flat fixture

A rap figure to look like you hacked Twitter

I'll show you Beastie Boy

You can't match a killer with that wigger

I'd rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller

He got track fillers for a album

If he had Jigga on an ass sticker

Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from

Malcolm, I knock the thoughts off your balcony, King,

You're from a home of funny bones

Not like quite the one I've known

You look like, before you punched in flows

You were struckin' blows, bloody nose for your honey row

In the lunchroom gettin' yo money stole

You're a bully's Best Day Ever

With them Nike's on your feet

Coming through Blue Slide Park

I'm gon' rob this chump

On a party on Fifth Ave like he Donald Trump

Nigga don't give me that shit

I liked you better when you was Easy Mac with the cheesy raps

Who the fuck is Mac Miller?

Gees lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Schoolboy Q)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Ig'nant-ass white kid

But I'm still bicycling and recycling

And I'm still eating Gummy Bear vitamins

All my bitches taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen

Hyper than Williams' middle son,

Since I was a little one, moms had to put me on the Ritalin

Made a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt

Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums

All the best rappers are usually dead

But I'm the poison that left a widow Juliet

In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads

Coming up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed

Contagious, speaking while sedated

God shit, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the Bible

I ain't got nothing left in my will 'cept

Throw it all in the casket, it's mine still

I need some backpack cast raps

Took a break just to kill the game half-ass

Set some rat traps, went to take a cat nap, woke up

Threw the dead bodies in the trash bags

Act polite, but I'm nasty on the mic

Your bitch don't want my dick, then she has to be a dyke

Slap her but she like it, tell me, "Master, feed my pipe"

I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini type

Bitch

[Hook: Mac Miller]

Suck my dick before I slap you with it

Gees

Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it

Gees

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Still fucking with these hoes, though

Ozo on these doppelgänger Jojos

Take a bitch to Soho for some Froyo

Tell her she gon' blow it, Romo

And now I'm out in Cali like Tone-Lōc

Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk

No joke, most dope, you just bold smoke

How much coke you got to sell to make a boat float?

Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they tell me "No more."

I'm a highly difficult ropes course

Pulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horse

Say "What's up?" to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche

Who you kidding? Your flow's warshed

I ain't in the street but I grew you from the porch

I been had hoes, I play sports

Her ass out the bottom of her shorts

[Hook: Mac Miller]

Suck my dick before I slap you with it

Gees

Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it

Gees

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]

Black James Bond in a white shaft

Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream

Flashy as high beams, smoking on good weed

Something from kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OGs

I'm rich car service, no car keys

First class flight, 'bout to land on a new bitch

She fuck me and swallowed every homie I came with

MCM bag and nigga, bet some weed in it

200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all living

Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is that?

I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack

Put a million in a safe in case I get a case

Faggot-ass judge hating on me cause my money straight

Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states

Gon' name my next tour Million-Man March

Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf

She gave me head, my nuts touched her cross, boss

[Outro: Mac Miller]

Suck my dick before I slap you with it

Watching Movies lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse 1]

People worship these idols 'til they come in contact with Gods

Hoes is all my disciples, you get mind fucked with these broads

Life is just a recital, better remember all that you practice

When I die, throw a couple bad bitches in my casket

Woah, think it's time for a revolution

Me and my dawgs 'bout to start a riot

You still there sleeping, bet I'm eating

You and your people are on a diet

Tim Allen off Home Improvement

Intelligent but we going stupid

This some new shit

Hit the strip club, see some hoes that I went to school with

Out in London like Lennox Lewis

Bitch looking like Farrah Fawcett

I'm just tryna make better music

Get this money, share the profits

Now this class getting led by students

Smoke some weed, get head while I do it

Started out under the ground

They didn't fuck with me, now they all coming around

Money I'm hunting it down

Planting the seeds

Working and watching it grow

I got so many ways I can make money, I'll always be straight

I just thought you should know

Been on my grind, taking what's mine

I got my eyes on the throne

I'ma be fine, no matter the time

We all go along with the show

[Hook]

That girl beautiful, somebody introduce me

She ain't your girl tonight, nah, that bitch a groupie

That's money in my building better give it to me

I see you starin' at me like you in the movies

Now you watching movies

Y'all are looking at my life it's like you watching movies

Looking at my life is like you watching movies

Y'all are looking at my life is like you watching movies

[Verse 2]

People worship these idols 'til they come in contact with gods

Hoes is on my disciples, you get mind-fucked by these broads

Life is just a recital, better remember all that you practice

When I die, throw a couple bad bitches in my casket

Woah, fuck a day job, fuck a day job

Gotcha bitch here in just a tank top

Gettin' paid, blow my face off

Bitch you're bank fraud, Bernie Madoff

Educate y'all

Then erase y'all

LL Cool J without the Kangol

I don't see the need to stunt

Wish you the best, I'ma just light up this blunt

This bitch love me long time, don't know why she wouldn't

Say my D could win the Heisman, yeah I'm Charles Woodson

Couple million off a tour, that's a lot of bookings

My bitches gorgeous looking imported from the shore of Brooklyn

Coming from out of the 'Burgh

Bitch, I'm absurd

Fuck you, I hope you insured

Hatin'? I'll give you just what you deserve, that's my word

Put it on all that I'm worth

Been on my grind, taking what's mine

I got my eyes on the throne

I'ma be fine, no matter the time

We all go along with the show

[Hook]

That girl beautiful, somebody introduce me

She ain't your girl tonight, nah, that bitch a groupie

That's money in my building better give it to me

I see you starin' at me like you in the movies

Now you watching movies

Y'all are looking at my life it's like you watching movies

Looking at my life is like you watching movies

Y'all are looking at my life is like you watching movies

Suplexes Inside Of Complexes And Duplexes lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Jay Electronica)

[Intro: Mac Miller]

Might as well introduce

This is madness!

This is an outrage

As a matter of fact, this is outrageous

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Yeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer

Rough rider, raw bust inside a vagina

Like I want kids, my head continues to be haunted

I burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby go on

Take some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus

Batting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth

Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful

Devil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail

[Coughing] Right there

And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target

Then I don't know why I even started

I'm sick of being too nice to people who don't do shit but consume light

Told myself, "Fuck the world kid, just do what you like"

Go and have a food fight, start yourself a new life

You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity

But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid

And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid

You got it made in that mad house

What the fuck you got to be sad about? Go ahead and rap now

Do what you do best, I mean

That's what you do best, matter fact motherfucker

You suit vest, you need to buy a new dress

I heard you and your girl live in a duplex

I'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west

You got a clue, what does a clue get?

Nothing

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]

My milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore

My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway

Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow

And the lion through the forest

To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay

Remember that? He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard

When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard

Now the whole world's in color, still,

How Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother

Real, her face was care-worn

I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn

And had beef with Mrs. Gulch since the very beginning of Year One

Mr. Candyman, the parables parabolic

The poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes

Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet

The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet

And yell "Hear, hear", finally some order to this rap shit

Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips

I keep my shit crispy and elegant,

So miss me with the irrelevant, the god body is heaven-sent

The hard-body is reverence, since the son of Byford

Brother of Fal, every rhyme's halal

Every line is kosher, livin' la vida loca

Shout out to Tony Toca, we livin' how we supposed to...