It Just Doesn't Matter lyrics - Mac Miller

They've got the best equipment that money can buy.
Hell, every team they're sending out here has their own personal masseuse, not masseur, masseuse!
But, it doesn't matter, did you know that every mohawk competitor has electrocardiogram, blood and urine tests, every 48 hours to see if there's any change in his physical condition?

Did you know they use the most sophisticated training methods from the Soviet Union in East and West Germany and the newest Olympic power, Trinidad & Tobago. But it doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, I tell you it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter! Even if we win, if we win, ha! Even if we win, even if we play so far over our heads that our noses bleed for a week to 10 days, even if God from Heaven above points his hand at our side of the field, and even if every man, woman and child held hands together prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter!

I'm Jumping out the Camino
Stepped out the gas station smelling like hot cheeto's
Recording soft-core on her Tivo, Ma, the meatloaf!
Re-smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp
All she ever do is ask me what I eat meat for
Hold up! Pause!
Always up with the quota, boss
Wake up in polo, sleep in Lacoste
Travel across the world, but that didn't phase me
Couple people that I know, they happen to play me
Once they start to realize that I'm actually crazy
Shit I'm actually crazy! Um... and...
Q's phone gettin blown up by Lyor Cohen
Christian Dior, nothing I'm owning
Go to Hawaii fuck with Samoans
Get faded and sleep in the oceans
Keep it in motion
I'm rolling, yea, yea, I'm rolling
Keep it in motion
I'm rolling, yea, yea, I'm rolling
And your bitch wearing elbow pads
Sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
I've been to hell and back trying to get attached to my better half
Never that, the smiles so gone, so bring the coke on 'em
Higher than Voltron, with a bunch of gold on
Caucasians still love me like my name was Michael Bolton
Hold on
Do you fuckin' dirty like the soap gone
Froze on, it's bone chilling - colder than the Pope's secrets
Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where there was no Jesus
Walking behemoth, I increase the Feces
Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed
Buggin' out, had it all - I'm nothing now
I just gave it away
Fucking label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a face
Um, yea
I bust your speakers with some bullshit rap
I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack
Remember that
I ain't shit but a fraud
But everyone I know ain't nothing to a God [x2]

It kills you, it feeds off the Earth
A night like this, one of us could get up in the middle of the night Grab an axe and cut somebody's head off

Therapy lyrics - Mac Miller

Just so Pittsburgh, man

So how's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Now it's real
So can you tell me how you feel?
Can you tell me how it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
How's it feel? So can you tell me how's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?

Said, "Baby, what you doing tonight?
We could watch the world get ruined tonight," living this life
Got you flexin', feelin' cooler than ice, let it melt
As we follow all the stupid advice, and I don't usually like
To be this honest witchu, I must have lost the picture
Gimme a box of swishers, room full of obnoxious bitches (Got you)
Why you lyin' to me? Just grab your ladies
That Mercedes all kinds of roomy, and when the time's are gloomy
Hit me up, I can make you feel like the perfect girl you wish you was
Givin' you that feeling like when Christmas come
I just take all of my problems, throw 'em in a blunt
Light 'em up and watch 'em float away, ayy

Watch 'em float
I can take you anywhere you wanna go
Can you dream?
Can you tell me how's it feel?

How's it feel? How's it feel?
How's it feel? Can you tell me how
It feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me? (How's it feel?)
How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? How's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel, how's it feel?
How's it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
How's it feel? Yes
How's it feel?

Okay, said
I'm back on these rap songs, feeling they're never gonna last long
Got a shortcut, baby? I'll pass on it, my dick, throw your ass on it (Blaow)
Pass the time, ask for my alibi, tryna tell you I need that
(I need that) Just relax (Just relax)
Put that money in my motherfucking hand, drinking in the pool, goddamn
Ain't part of the plan, like a car in a van, I'm rollin', I'm feelin' good, I'm golden
My man, let me just do my dance
'Cause, motherfucker, this my jam, said this my jam, this my jam
How many times you 'bout to let them opportunities pass you by?
I used to be a pretty passive guy, since before I was a goddamn mastermind
In that castle of mine, I came up in half the time as these lame fucks
You can't rush that greatness, that mansion where my maid lives

Like wow, watch 'em float
I can take you anywhere you wanna go
Can you dream?
Can you tell me how's it feel?

How's it feel? How's it feel?
How's it feel? Can you tell me how
It feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me? (How's it feel?)
How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me? (How's it feel?)
How's it feel? How's it feel?
Can you tell me how it feel, how's it feel?
How's it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
How's it feel?
How's it feel? Ha

How's it feel?
How's it feel?
How's it feel?
How's it feel?
Okay, now tell me how's it feel?
How's it feel? Can you tell me how it feel?
How's it feel? (Please)
How's it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?
How's it feel?
How's it feel? Ha

"l know, man. Cops can kiss my ass."
"All they are is assholes"
"l know, man, but what's the matter with them? They mad 'cause we get more pussy than they do?"

Polo Jeans lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

[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 the half ounce of coke, blood pouring out my nose
Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem, I'm fucking high
We publicize, 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
And my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adrift

[Hook: Mac Miller]

Happy Birthday lyrics - Mac Miller

Yea, bumpadum bum
Yea, yea, okay

There's a birthday party happening upstairs
And it's all for me, who the fuck cares?
They don't notice if I never go and show my face
They just looking for a reason they can celebrate
I hate to waste the vanilla cake that they made for me
I'll tell the same stories, they'll pretend they never heard them
I'll just lay down here inside the studio
Doing blow and paraphrasing The Crucible (witch!)
If you fucking with the God, that's a funeral
Blue jeans, sold 'em, with ya longer than your student loans
Who got the ecstasy pills? I need a funeral
I'm a real drug addict, homie, you should know
Somebody please tell Jimmy to put the pistol down
He's serious this time, he's gonna kill me now
He'll regret it when I hit the ground
For now, everybody gather 'round

[Hook:]
It's happy birthday!
It's a birthday party!
Happy birthday! It's your birthday party!
Yea, happy birthday! It's your birthday party!
Happy birthday, happy birthday!

Happy birthday, (thanks), how the fuck you feel?
Good!
Do you ever sit and wonder what is real?
Do you ever reach to touch her but there's nothing there?
Do you tell her that you love her but she doesn't care?
Does she tell you that you hurt her and you're unaware?
Did you hear about a Heaven now you running there?
Do you think about the fantasy and make-believe?
Do you cover up your eyes, you can't wait to see?
Lately, I've been having strange dreams
Paranoid they hate me, everybody think I'm crazy
Baby can you take me somewhere where the sky blue?
You can lead the way, I promise I'll be right there behind you
I do
See myself as iconic
Getting high my downfall it's kinda ironic
Like a condom they on it
Got 'em in my pocket
No time to worry, hurry up and light the candles
Everybody

[Hook]

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you, to you

Wedding lyrics - Mac Miller

Okay, you work a God damn lousy job, you know
You come home at night, you're tired
What are you going to do? Go to a movie? Turn on your radio?
Hell no you're going to get a bottle of whiskey and drink it
And go down to a bar and maybe get in a fist fight
And meet some bitch, something's going on
Then you'll go to work the next day, and do your simple little things, right?

Yeah, Yeah, yeah
My bitch can tell that I'm addicted to pussy, she looking past it
The smile that she faking is tragic, hate looking at it
That magic I tried to grasp it, she's had it with the dramatics
Fantasizing love so classic, tragic to what she got up in her attic
Can we mind fuck?
Do I lie when I look inside her eyes? Hush don't say a word
I know I make you hurt, sorry is my favorite word
I don't deserve your trust, but can we make it work?
I hate to end the story, can we wait until the morning to decide on it?
Spend this time pretending it was that first summer
It was pure lovers
She was used to being hurt, I took that curse from her
Sometimes I wonder what it's all for
You wish that I would call more
You're sick of seeing condoms in my sock drawer
Loves turns to war so quickly
I envisioned us - married and 50
Couple of kids that we drop off at little league
I'm addicted to you
You only want the best, I need to listen to you
I'm fucking other girls wishing it's you
Fuck the bullshit, we in love
I'm a mess but can you clean me up?

Girl I'm the worst
Yea, I know that I'm the worst
Yea, but you're something I can't lose
Just let me tell you the truth, that'll be the first
Girl I'm the worst
Yea, I know that I'm the worst
Don't know what I gotta do, just love you so much that it hurts

And I see you falling victim to the thirst
All the sins you committed you could probably use a couple minutes in church
But, for what it's worth, I think you're perfect
There's an angel hiding underneath your surface
You're the woman of my dreams, I'm looking at her sleep
The pussy right in-front of me, I shouldn't be so weak
What did I do to deserve a love like this?
You see her shining? That's my sunlight bitch
I'm sick of fighting, that smile is so inviting
I see you every time I'm writing
I'm losing to all my vices, they kicking my ass
I hold on to this feeling, I wish it would last
Don't wanna lose you for some evil I did in the past
You knew I fucked that bitch and you didn't react?
Girl, it's me and you, how simple is that?
Gave me all your love and now I'm giving it back
But I know, that

Girl you the worst
Yea, you know that you the worst
But I'm something you can't lose
If you just told me the truth, that'd be a first, but
Girl you the worst
Yea, you know that you the worst
Every time you say you sorry, everything you do just feel like it's rehearsed

Funeral lyrics - Mac Miller

I know what happens to you, me and everyone else when they supposedly die
It's this passage around the great loop

This music go with my funeral
Music go with my funeral

Said I was raised inside this gritty city
Riding through, you probably miss me
My bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit me
All this sins be more than shitty, I just pray the lord forgive me
Doing drugs is just a war with boredom but they sure to get me
My side-bitch is sort of pretty but she got enormous titties
Know I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or Bentley
Had a few abortions, unfortunately, I forced them
Lord knows I turn a child to an orphan when I'm touring
I'm more than what I think of myself, I really have to be
Sit at home and drink by myself, my thoughts harassing me
Actually, as a matter of fact, she ain't getting back to me
A shame that my tragedy my masterpiece, yeah
Trapped inside these dreams of mine
Just trying to get some peace of mind
Yeah, I've been trapped inside these dreams of mine
So you'll never get a piece of mind

It's the last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life
This the motherfucking last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life

See we swallowed in this web of lies, never try to exercise
You used to be a fantasy but now I guess it's televised
I heard the legends never died
Oh this lonely hell of mine
There never was a better time to better myself
Forever I melt and float away like waves in the ocean
Staring inside of Heaven's eyes, the gates will never open
I'm smoking on this field of hope, waiting till my deal gets closed
I keep getting hotter but all I seem to feel is cold
22 don't feel so old but I think I'm 82
You mean to tell me God took seven days and all he made was you?
I'm out here with the kangaroos, making danger, break the rules
Celebrate my date of birth with acid, get the days confused
Happiness I take from you, searching for the naked truth
I'm not awake, I'm in a lake, I'll swim away with you
Bitch, check out the butterfly
If you the truth then what the fuck am I?
Yeah

It's the last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life
This the motherfucking last day of my life
Party like it's the last day of your life

So where are you going?
Where are you headed?
Where are you going?
Can I come? Can I come?

Diablo lyrics - Mac Miller

[Verse 1:]
It's the, rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
Bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo
Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mano
Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono
I go, play a couple keys on the piano
The industry a lie all the promises were hollow
Follow, me I could show you where we be's at
How's I get my g pass, none of your fucking beeswax
Thes raps, bring these joints together like a kneecap
Fuck the little 8 balls show me where the keys at
The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish them
Tryna find a balace reaching from my equilibrium
Fools I pity them, I'm not a human I'm amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Men
I ain't saving nothin'
I'm gettin' faded 'till the angels come and skipping all the famous functions
How do the famous function,
The A list can't be trusted
I strong arm them like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me
I'm finer than the winery
Take it from the rich this is piracy
Finally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to see
Come and die with me

[Hook:]
Cus everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies

[Verse 2:]
My mind is Yoda I'm on Ayatollah
These other rapper just a diet soda
I find Jehova in the darkest places
Empty as appartment basements
This a marathon gentlemen go ahead and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
Don't come up missing
Tell your bitch you've been trippin' now you on vacation
Rapping like it's automated
Lights I keep em' on like Vegas
Love I'm making so hot I'm turning hog to bacon
Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him
I ain't a star I'm way farther with the constelations
Contemplating suicide like it's a DVD
Lost inside my mind it's a prison homie leave me be
You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks
Bitch I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke
Gordon Bombay in these streets
Ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete
Been a beast, every word I spit rewriting history
Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me
Running to the underworld with guns and set the sinners free
No bitches in my circle I'm a show you the commercial
I've been popping like a colonel
Reading Justin Bieber's journal
Treat you like a urinal

Ave Maria lyrics - Mac Miller

Yea, and I can't feel my legs, I'm a paraplegic
Lord, I want a fair one with my demons
Cam Myers became married to Jesus
Born dead, they had to dig up my fetus
And now the devil want to tear me to pieces
I'm a diagnosed insomniac
An astronaut who blasted off into the stars galactic
On top of Saturn, fox-trotting with Velociraptors
The dino-aliens invaded Earth, so they could feed on hypochondriacs
Preparing for the rapture, closet hillbilly with the spinners on the tractor
I listen to Uncle Kracker
But, that's white America for you, we all that matters
I'm walking backwards, shadowboxing with karate masters
It's more to rap, we sell the royal crack at Castle Rock
A bad apple like an unemployed Macintosh
We lost jobs
Now they brainwashed with dot com
It's only so long before we surrender the free world to Hong Kong

[Hook:]
And centers stay still, but the merry go round, and round
It all just keeps spinning
Gotta keep swimming
Eat drink and let the merry go round
Eat drink and let the merry go round

I got a double sided silver dollar
Larry Fish here from midget league, beginner slaughter
I'm not drowning, I'm waiting in the water
Killing off these monsters ever since I was a Sabra
I got horses on my PJ's
Shout to spitta jet life, I fit the Porsches on the PJ's
On stage, sending dark forces to my DJ
The birdies on tour like PGA
Davis love the third, Pittsburgh warrior
Bullets in my cornea
In exelsis Deo, ayo, this is Gloria
Ave, Ave Maria, I'm getting bread, yeast rise on Easter
Money is God
Black beaches with jungle fever I love to be on
You on the B-Team I fuck with Solange
All my life they said I doesn't belong
So I'm chilling, growing drugs on my lawn

[Hook]

Yeah, what what
Have you found a way out?
Have you found a way out?
Vacation in Slovakia, celebrating Mardi Gras
Eating baklava and lobster claw through a [?]
With Mafia immigrants
Finna take 'em on a pilgrimage
Have you found a way out?

San Francisco lyrics - Mac Miller

Welcome to the dark-side of my bizarre mind
I'm trapped inside of this amusement park ride
There's an atom bomb inside of my hard drive
I'm holding the apocalypse
Let's take a ride and get lost in this metropolis
Just realized that I'm an idiot
Wearing my disguise, my real face is fucking hideous
My pretty bitch watching Insidious with her pussy out
Awwwwwwwww, Sookie Sookie now
Rapper terrorist, rarer than good parents is
Putting hard drugs inside of all your baby carriages
Arrogance, throwing cherry bombs where the sheriff lives
Just because that shit's hilarious
And I inherited it - the thirst for self-destruction and I'm scared of it
I wanna be buried with a novel and a chariot
I'm a bigger illusion than good marriages, or what it means to be American
Woah

[Hook:]
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo that was dancing at the strip show
I gotta stop thinking with my dick-hole, yo
I took acid in San Francisco
Stripped butt naked, caused a panic at the disco
Fell for the bimbo that was dancing at the strip show
A genius still thinking with his dick bone

Out in Wichita, Kansas, smoking meth with all the locals
Asking them to teach me how to yodel
Suppose I'll die alone from an overdose of some sort
In a motel while some whore fucking running to the drug store
I hacked into the motherboard, argued on a public forum
Uploaded a virus to the network then unplugged the cord
The laws are not important
If you scared lock your door then
I always feel like a foreigner
Morphin' into some sort of sorcerer
I'm Yuri's brother if it's Lord of War
What would I be normal for?
I'm going door to door shooting porno's with a good script

[Hook]

Colors And Shapes lyrics - Mac Miller

If it were colors and shapes we imagine every
Instead of all of this weight that we have to carry
Would you be able to breathe?
And if you could just find where that comfort resides
No distraction or movement that fucks with your mind
Would you let them see?
While beneath the ocean I met with the captain
Who sank to the floor on his ship
All of his passengers escaped to safety
But he was not done with his trip
He looked up and smiled, asked me "how do you do?"
I told him I'm losing my grip
He told me "son, if you want to hold onto yourself
Then let yourself slip"

[Hook:]
Fall
Ooh
Fall
Oh
Fall
Oh, it feels good to fall

These puzzles are so hard to make into pictures
Of something that'll they understand
They could open their eyes, still be blind to the beauty
But march on the heart of this land
Oh oh, why don't you turn around and go home?
They invade your minds and then fill them with nonsense
These things that a man doesn't need
Take out the love and the passion and hope
And they fill it with nothing but greed
While floating to galaxies they said I could
And I noticed how sad one can get
Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful I find
I can't understand nothing no more
If I jump let me fall
If I jump let me fall

[Hook]

Insomniak lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Sample]
Think for yourself and you'll find out that a lot of those so-called authorities are bullshit

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I'm the mothafuckin' greatest, y'all don't know that yet
I don't need your money, you can hold that check
At the crib in some Polo sweats
I don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get
I'm on my worst behavior
Bad side piece with the perfect flavor
Mothafuckas never loved us
Comin' for your money, mothafucka, don't trust us
You ain't shit
Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick
I don't want nothin' with your doo-doo clique
Treat her like a dog, how I do that bitch
Done doin' promo
And it's still mothafuckin' Most Dope
Made a couple million off a brand, mothafucka
We ain't even got a logo
Bitch, you better have my money
(I stay feelin' myself)
I don't see anybody but me
(Man I'm killin' myself)
And this shit too real
See a mothafucka like me gettin' money
How does it feel?
Already been, but I'm back for more
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Insomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress for
Don't sleep!

[Hook: Mac Miller]
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
(Don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
(So don't try, don't try to sneak around me)
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
I'm an insomniac, a mothafuckin' insomniac
(Oh, hello Q)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, yeah, said, said I'm a maniac, craziac, same thing
I might need to cave the fact
Chain reactions happen when I make a pact
A psycho, God made me that
Cause I fade to black and gets down like a plane attack
You mothafuckas just made me lap
Ha ha, God damnit, safety drill, do not panic
Let me see how loud you scream (AHHH!)
I'm off the map, mothafuckas start lookin'
But they're never gonna see where I be
She only speak French
Said "Bitch look, don't try and speak around me"
I don't sleep at all
If you with that bullshit, I don't wanna be involved, shit
I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a tee
Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, Gretzky
Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test me
Don't flex if you don't got shit on me
And you ain't got shit on me, come get it
(Come get it, come, come get it, come)
Drawer full of fresh whites
Snow bag full of unleaded
I don't get enough credit
Don't sleep!

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
(M-M-M-M-M-M)
They've done fucked up, han?
The biggest bezzle, han?
The don, Ricky Farrakhan
(M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My weed burnin', my chain glitter
He's self made, Mac Miller my real nigga
Fuck who don't like, bitch come see me
Fuck who don't like, hitta, hitta, hitta
Gettin' money so complicated
I'm the shit, I'm constipated
Yo baby momma, straight G
Let me use the crib to mail all the weed
California, Atlanta
White girl in the black Phantom
My top down, mid-December
Ride with a big black fat nigga
Krispy Kreme, then it's chicken wings
Introduce you to different things
Jet skis and the best weed
Think it's fake? Bitch test me
I'm jetlagged, don't need a stylist
Pants sag, Jimmy Fallon
Blowin' green in the green room
Def Jam like Baous really wildin'
Yeah they hate but won't box a nigga
Bought the estate from a boxin' nigga
Paranoid, I'm walkin' 'round
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga
Hahahahaha
I'm butt naked with my chopper, nigga

[Hook: Mac Miller]

Uber lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Mike Jones)

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Who put the spiders in my apple sauce?
Took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody said that I deserve to die
I looked him in the eye and said the devil's not circumcised
Who put spiders in my apple sauce?
Took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody told that I deserve to die
I looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcised

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
So play me a song on the guitar
Got a rainforest in my cigar
There's knots in my yo-yo string
Put a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo king
I fell in love with a go-go dancer, she's a single mom
The underdog, I like to play the game with Diddy Kong
She the god type, throw that bitch a Klondike
Everything is alright, see it's written in the Psalms
I told her I get rich off my little songs
Gave her a billion reasons that she should come along
Immediately, she dropped her shit
But everywhere I go, they tell me "Watch your bitch!"
God damn! I guess I got another one
Good vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt
Got my head underwater but I ain't comin' up
Fuck air, my bitch's ass is like a plump pear
And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she's just fair
Man this life is unfair

[Hook: Mac Miller]
Okay I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to lose
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?
I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to do
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two
Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I'm readin' old Playboy magazines
Somethin' from the 50's when the journalism had it's peak
You play the background, you just a member of the faculty
I'm actually out here decision makin'
Had to get my shit together, I was missin' payments
I just pray to God that my lady isn't famous
She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet
She got her own stories, just let the bitch explain it

[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'bout
Was in fact the same chick, late night, creepin' out
Sneakin' out, my homie knew it, told me keep an eye
Found out she was twerkin', found out she wasn't workin'
The whole game switched when my man hit
Got me rollin' in a circle, top down, blowin' purple
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle
Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle
Swang, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'
Mike Jones, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'
Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'

[Hook: Mac Miller]

Rain lyrics - (feat. Vince Staples)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain't face none
But I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother in his mothafuckin' face
What's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?
Shootin' reckless at the father almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?
Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for kills
From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled
Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild
Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for years
And them funerals was usual, ain't sheddin' no tears
You the fall and had it better off than most of us did
Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven's gates prolly closed
And these hoes in a race for the gold
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley's
That's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober I can deal 'em in the corner with my head low
Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that's within me
Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression
My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang
Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor
My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high, space migration
Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
Now I'm gone, sorry I don't even know

[Outro: Mac Miller]
And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain

Apparition lyrics - Mac Miller

I've been rappin' since the apparition
[?] was gonna kill me and I'm glad he didn't
Might have made a bad decision
He just left me with an ocean and a bad religion
While Mary Magdalene laughin', smokin' a pack of Winstons
Up on a church hill, acid trippin' with older men
As they tell her stories, she's seducin' them
But she's only usin' them
My studio is filled with spirits
And every single lyric dedicated to my dearest friends
Yeah, and lord knows that we hate the questions
So back and forth, exchange faces over why I'm playin' table tennis at dinner
I end up so bitter when I lose
Defeat hurts, I got scissors in my shoes

And I'm dancin'
Never got the steps right
Loose, I never slept tight
But I'ma keep dancin'

I did a cannonball off the deep end, my boat was comin' to America
Pouch of fairy dust and a little poodle terrier
A silver Derringer, a smile for the camera
Split your line up like James Farrior
I've always been a cowboy, they need me like the cancer cure
Weed loud as crowd noise, we just let the amber burn
Wiffle Balls, child's toys, ain't fuckin' with amateurs
I'm Ken Griffey on the Mariners
Okay I'm way beyond the boundaries, outside of parameters
The rap chancellor, jacket made of camel fur
And Clockwork got every single answer 'cept time
I've experienced every feelin' except fine
I'm line dancin' again

Thumbalina lyrics - Mac Miller

He's on drugs again
My neighbor's yellin', I don't give a fuck again
And I swear to God if the cops come again
I'ma open up this door, get to rumblin'
Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'
My dick, your mouth, no discussion
Yeah, it's all happenin'
I must be imaginin', take a hit, time travelin'

Turn up the mothafuckin' volume
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?

Let me see them nipples baby
Don't give it all up, just a little, baby
I'm just tryna free your mind
Cause all you see is dollar signs

Line crosser, real life flyin' saucer
Nothin' straight 'bout her but her posture
Young prodi-gy, I'ma eat lobster
Pull Spanish bitches but I speak nada
And she got a need to roll the weed all up
You ain't got a chance when it's me on you
I'm a mothafuckin' legend, girl
Get that pussy killed, bitches out in Edinboro

Turn up the mothafuckin' volume
And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume?

Leave that pussy crippled, baby
Let me slide right down a little, baby
Thumbalina, has anybody seen her face?
She's blinded by the streets