[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song like a damn rapper. Aww man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, damn
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
In '09, we were still on the bus, nigga
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brush
When it still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me
Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin'
I ain't know we were on the cusp of the money
Tryna get a few bucks under custody
And my twin brothers was all Syd's brothers
So my kin gully and my skin toughened
And thick lens coverin' my eyes now
They bright, nigga, I'm just high now
And if this a different way to clear my mind out
I need to find out, I'm doing fine now
And I don't look as stupid when I talk now
And everybody at the show look astounded
And posted up drowsy
In the cut so much that it's pus 'round me
Catch him in the daytime or dusk hours
Smokin' out the pound, [?]
If your tux lousy then you can't sit with us, nah
Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin
Between you and all these fuck niggas
Is about as large as it gets
And you workin', givin' arm and a leg
Say he workin' but he just talkin' cause he ain't workin'
Like a long distance, bitch
Who you know that's out that's harder than this?
Chargin' niggas like a Tomlison win, nigga
Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
Runnin' wild on the route that was picked
When the clouds branch out
I'm out with my face in the shallow, drownin' again
[Hook: Mac Miller]
I've been drownin' with this shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinkin' from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
[Verse 2: Da$h]
Drugs got me feelin' like Vigo Carpathian
Just look at the state he's in
The most critically acclaimed, slang contortionist
That ain't suckin' corporate dick
Said it with my balls in grip
Other hand got a cork to hit
All this Ralph be the sportsmanship
Walked in and said I needed all the chips
As well as the one on my shoulder
Feel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
Cops still lockin' niggas up for quotas
Brain still numb from the shit in the soda, soft
A generation lost
Facin' a [?], fakin' off
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman while that cape was off
Just Clark, nigga, spittin' in his high rise
Tryna see the bright side of life
And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture
It's like hard liquor, and see people are books
So you judge a mothafucka by the first page
And a bitch by the back cover
The [?] long-sleeved, so the tats covered
Real ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stage
They said my shit was so insane
It was like Cobain hit his last number
[Hook: Mac Miller]
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Isn't he dizzy off the up's and down's
Got a little Whitney, put it in a blunt for now
She was supposed to get me high, why the fuck I wanna die now?
And I'm strung out on this dusty couch
In a big white ugly house, I told the bitch slow down
Stop runnin' your mouth
You holdin' my money, just shut up and count
My right nostril hasn't worked in a week
Plus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheep
Me, I'm swervin' in the Jeep
Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the street
How I'm playin' my shit'll wake a baby up
I get her faded, but her back in the labia
All my life I've been afraid of powder
All my life I've been afraid of power
Where did all that go?
The long decision always called my phone
Last supper I was fuckin' with the Corleones
I need somethin' stronger than a quarter zone
That can save me from the war unknown
Shoutout to Soulo (SOUL!) and rest in peace Alori Joh
The devil on the other side of the glory hole
Any time, any place, you could bet I'ma eat
Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road
Look at all these new faces
I see, I see, I see
They're comin' on the plane but they're leavin' in suitcases
Been a criminal before schedule digital
Used the put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics
Hate myself up to strangers
But the raps are just way too flagrant, so
Here I go
Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary
I've never been religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all there
It's not just gypsies and fairies, this could be my last breath
I'ma take my time, cause I'ma go out the same way I came in
Right by the pussy with nothin' on my mind
[Outro: Mac Miller]
You are standing in the shallow soul
You are speaking with the shallow soul
Shallow soul
I've been drowning with this shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
You are drinking from a shallow soul
Shallow soul, shallow soul
[fades]
Grand Finale lyrics - Mac Miller
The hallucinations have stopped, finally, thank God, but uh, my adrenaline reserves are burning out and I'm staring straight into the face of a total psychotic freako
And if by chance it's my grand finale
Bury me in Allegheny County
It's the, the most hated, so faded that I'm bow-legged
Don't beg, gross gang, smell like old lo-mein
Shit, the flow dangerous, make you wanna do the wave
Throw your bitch right off your lap and start a standing ovation
The most strangest, master of the ceremonies
A fifth of Stoli then it’s only Cher and Moby karaoke
My bitch a shooter, call her Annie Oakley
Get you for a pair of Kobe's, just got out on probation
And no famous friends for me, just old faces
I only go places wasted like I'm Joe Namath
Not a king, I'm no David, music, I'm a crackhead
No hobbies and recreation, don't even know my address
Self medicate, self education
Rick Rubin showed me transcendental meditation
[Hook:]
Let us have a grand finale
The world will be just fine without me
And I don't got a smile on his face
Slow it down, we goin' out with a bang
Are you ready for the fireworks?
It was a silent night 'til the fireworks
I fear nothin' on this odyssey of dark roads
God lives in my dog's soul, the devil in his dog bowl
We are the prophets, Jesus was a poor sport
He booted Nostradamus, turned water into wine
But he loved the gin and tonic, had skeletons in his closet
Even God will one day be forgotten
And recently I've been feelin', I've been feelin' like
It'd be really nice to get to sit with Mickey Weiss
Shoot the shit 'bout life, he'd be pissed I'm sniffin' white
Never got to see me grow up, how long it take to live a life?
I'm a bit surprised that I'm even still alive
Mixin' uppers and downers, practically suicide
My old Jewish mind, REMember music will be fine
And I make my own peace now, if you behind
Hallucination's how I use my mind
Who am I?
[Hook]
And if by chance it's my grand finale
Bury me in Allegheny County
It's the, the most hated, so faded that I'm bow-legged
Don't beg, gross gang, smell like old lo-mein
Shit, the flow dangerous, make you wanna do the wave
Throw your bitch right off your lap and start a standing ovation
The most strangest, master of the ceremonies
A fifth of Stoli then it’s only Cher and Moby karaoke
My bitch a shooter, call her Annie Oakley
Get you for a pair of Kobe's, just got out on probation
And no famous friends for me, just old faces
I only go places wasted like I'm Joe Namath
Not a king, I'm no David, music, I'm a crackhead
No hobbies and recreation, don't even know my address
Self medicate, self education
Rick Rubin showed me transcendental meditation
[Hook:]
Let us have a grand finale
The world will be just fine without me
And I don't got a smile on his face
Slow it down, we goin' out with a bang
Are you ready for the fireworks?
It was a silent night 'til the fireworks
I fear nothin' on this odyssey of dark roads
God lives in my dog's soul, the devil in his dog bowl
We are the prophets, Jesus was a poor sport
He booted Nostradamus, turned water into wine
But he loved the gin and tonic, had skeletons in his closet
Even God will one day be forgotten
And recently I've been feelin', I've been feelin' like
It'd be really nice to get to sit with Mickey Weiss
Shoot the shit 'bout life, he'd be pissed I'm sniffin' white
Never got to see me grow up, how long it take to live a life?
I'm a bit surprised that I'm even still alive
Mixin' uppers and downers, practically suicide
My old Jewish mind, REMember music will be fine
And I make my own peace now, if you behind
Hallucination's how I use my mind
Who am I?
[Hook]
BOO! (Interlude) lyrics - Mac Miller
Well it's the maniac with zany raps, made millions off of baby Mac
My brain, it ain't attached, you love me? It's a little late for that
They gave my crazy ass a label, everything is rated X
I'm far beyond divorced middle aged men who pay for sex
I work like I ain't made it yet, deserve this motherfuckin' paper
Get a Kit-Kat, break it in half, save one for later
Death to any traitor that's a Benedict Arnold
I be wildin', goin' broke at international car shows
I'm a lawn mower, mad face get redder than a dog boner
Thank God I got sober, pot smoker, top roller, thought holder
Was a little kid until I got older
Wild since a child, pulled my file out of God's folder
Now let me talk slower, you can understand me now
We the originators, your style hand-me-down
They got me turnin' up, the amp is loud
The apocalypse is comin', so we campin' out at Grannies house
Dancin' with a bitch and pull her panties down, it's bush league
I love a little nature, addin' flavor to the pussy
People tend to overlook me and my agent overbooked me
I'mma get it while the gettin' good, feel better than forever
I'm National Treasure like Nicolas Cage
I'm a shelter for these animals, got bitches for days
She be feedin' on my semen and it's cinnamon glaze
I tell her keep it or delete it, it's the digital age
Now I'm muscle buildin' just so I can juggle children daily
I'm fucked up in the head a bit, I'm Rumplestilskin crazy
These bitches gettin' wet when I pull up in a Mercedes
Bitch I be with Mr. T, I'm simply the fuckin' A-Team
Make dreams reality
Say hi when you see me, my hello is a formality
I'm comin' with a cavalry
Of motherfuckers trained from watching Braveheart battle scenes
Waste of space and we paint our faces like it's Hallowe'en
Boo! [Repeat]
My brain, it ain't attached, you love me? It's a little late for that
They gave my crazy ass a label, everything is rated X
I'm far beyond divorced middle aged men who pay for sex
I work like I ain't made it yet, deserve this motherfuckin' paper
Get a Kit-Kat, break it in half, save one for later
Death to any traitor that's a Benedict Arnold
I be wildin', goin' broke at international car shows
I'm a lawn mower, mad face get redder than a dog boner
Thank God I got sober, pot smoker, top roller, thought holder
Was a little kid until I got older
Wild since a child, pulled my file out of God's folder
Now let me talk slower, you can understand me now
We the originators, your style hand-me-down
They got me turnin' up, the amp is loud
The apocalypse is comin', so we campin' out at Grannies house
Dancin' with a bitch and pull her panties down, it's bush league
I love a little nature, addin' flavor to the pussy
People tend to overlook me and my agent overbooked me
I'mma get it while the gettin' good, feel better than forever
I'm National Treasure like Nicolas Cage
I'm a shelter for these animals, got bitches for days
She be feedin' on my semen and it's cinnamon glaze
I tell her keep it or delete it, it's the digital age
Now I'm muscle buildin' just so I can juggle children daily
I'm fucked up in the head a bit, I'm Rumplestilskin crazy
These bitches gettin' wet when I pull up in a Mercedes
Bitch I be with Mr. T, I'm simply the fuckin' A-Team
Make dreams reality
Say hi when you see me, my hello is a formality
I'm comin' with a cavalry
Of motherfuckers trained from watching Braveheart battle scenes
Waste of space and we paint our faces like it's Hallowe'en
Boo! [Repeat]
Buttons lyrics - Mac Miller
Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There's a world gone crazy outside
But let's pretend that it's alright
We keep pretending that it's alright
Yeah alright days get mixed up
Schedules get switched up
Can't be in two places at once
So, I take a hit of the spliff that I lit up
And forget I had to be anywhere at all
God damn how the mighty will fall
They wanna see me gone
But I'm here in spite of it all
I never play along
You can keep the fear and self pity
I'd rather tell you who I am, really, yeah
This is not a wakeup call
I'm not the hotel operator
I don't owe nobody favors
I don't know how the fuck I've been around so long
Busy as an escalator in a crowded mall, uh huh
It's like, every year I realize my house too small
Get paid, upgrade, two cribs, new maids, more flights, flew planes
Live out my suitcase
Lose days like loose change
I swear my life is on Blu-ray
Welcome to doomsday
The world needs a hero and I am your Bruce Wayne
Kind of like Luke Cage
You keep on running, we keep on pushing your buttons
Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There's a world gone crazy outside
But let's pretend that it's alright
We keep pretending that it's alright
I run around with open scissors
They taking pictures
I could lose my head, they grow instead
Gets only bigger
I put on foot in front of the other
I never settle, waste your time
Don't waste your time with water and wine
I'm turning liquid to metals
Still the same dude that used to never be sure
When I was way more insecure, and I'd feel better before
No umbrellas never could weather the storm
No sympathy for the devil, too busy building a temple
I am looking beyond, leaving them looking
Hottest to grill, I'm putting them on when I be cooking
I keep on running if I have to
Medusa never turned me to a statue, no
I keep it moving, but keep it low
You can do your thing, shit, to each their own
But you better do something
We keep on pushing your buttons
Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There's a world gone crazy outside
But let's pretend that it's alright
We keep pretending that it's alright
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There's a world gone crazy outside
But let's pretend that it's alright
We keep pretending that it's alright
Yeah alright days get mixed up
Schedules get switched up
Can't be in two places at once
So, I take a hit of the spliff that I lit up
And forget I had to be anywhere at all
God damn how the mighty will fall
They wanna see me gone
But I'm here in spite of it all
I never play along
You can keep the fear and self pity
I'd rather tell you who I am, really, yeah
This is not a wakeup call
I'm not the hotel operator
I don't owe nobody favors
I don't know how the fuck I've been around so long
Busy as an escalator in a crowded mall, uh huh
It's like, every year I realize my house too small
Get paid, upgrade, two cribs, new maids, more flights, flew planes
Live out my suitcase
Lose days like loose change
I swear my life is on Blu-ray
Welcome to doomsday
The world needs a hero and I am your Bruce Wayne
Kind of like Luke Cage
You keep on running, we keep on pushing your buttons
Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There's a world gone crazy outside
But let's pretend that it's alright
We keep pretending that it's alright
I run around with open scissors
They taking pictures
I could lose my head, they grow instead
Gets only bigger
I put on foot in front of the other
I never settle, waste your time
Don't waste your time with water and wine
I'm turning liquid to metals
Still the same dude that used to never be sure
When I was way more insecure, and I'd feel better before
No umbrellas never could weather the storm
No sympathy for the devil, too busy building a temple
I am looking beyond, leaving them looking
Hottest to grill, I'm putting them on when I be cooking
I keep on running if I have to
Medusa never turned me to a statue, no
I keep it moving, but keep it low
You can do your thing, shit, to each their own
But you better do something
We keep on pushing your buttons
Yeah, there's no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There's a world gone crazy outside
But let's pretend that it's alright
We keep pretending that it's alright
Erica's House lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Treejay)
[Intro: Mac Miller]
Around a fire doing a thunder dance
You know what's a funny word? Underpants
Let's go to Syria and have a war
Stop fucking calling me Macklemore
That's not my name, well kinda
It's kind of my name
(A little bit louder)
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, so I sold the mansion and moved to my mom's attic
Life was a blockbuster but now it's a cult classic
Smoke 'til I'm asthmatic, embracing my bad habits
Travelling down the hall, I'm chasing a fast rabbit
Well that's acid, still weird from my last tablet
I love like a folk singer but fuck like a crack addict
Practicing black magic and watching some car crashes
Snapchattin' a dick pic and sent it to Bob Saget (I'm a faggot)
Word, the aliens have landed
I don't panic in my fortress made of granite
Take life for granted, probably won't when it ends
Thank God I'm sober again
[Hook: Treejay]
Run away, run away
Run, run, run away
Oh my...
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Who let the dogs out?
Stop what you're doing and put 'em back in the doghouse
I wasn't human, I'm feeling like I'm a god now
But most of the time I don't need to know what I'm talking 'bout
Bitch, I'm a walking, talking crocodile
Take a picture with my mom and crop her out
Go to her house, coked up, and lock her out
(Sorry about that)
I'm possibly a phony, don't believe me
You can't tell that I'm so lonely from the TV
I hate myself cause I'm a white rapper
I hate white rappers but an industry of kite masters made me rich
Short-shorts and high socks
I feel like chalk without a sidewalk
Back in the 'burgh I'mma eat at my favorite Thai spot
And smile as the hungry eyes watch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Yeah, still having sex with blind people (it feel good)
They say my pussy smell like pine needles (as it should)
Bust a nut in the poultry section at Giant Eagle
Stare a chicken in the face like, bitch, I'mma eat you
Yea, I'm all kinds of evil
Eating mushrooms out in London trynna find the Beatles
I'm still sick of people
Go back to saying, be a chief and kick it with Mr. Roedel
(That was my English teacher)
Retina display on my Macintosh
That's high definition jacking off
In LA trying to get me an acting job
Cause my idol David Hasselhoff
[Interlude: Mac Miller]
Man, Germans love David Hasselhoff
I hear they like David Hasselhoff more than they like Jews
And they love Jews out there
[Outro: Treejay]
Runaway, catch a plane
Know I did, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Runaway, Runaway, Runaway
Ooh, ooh
Girl, Runaway
You better run away
Around a fire doing a thunder dance
You know what's a funny word? Underpants
Let's go to Syria and have a war
Stop fucking calling me Macklemore
That's not my name, well kinda
It's kind of my name
(A little bit louder)
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, so I sold the mansion and moved to my mom's attic
Life was a blockbuster but now it's a cult classic
Smoke 'til I'm asthmatic, embracing my bad habits
Travelling down the hall, I'm chasing a fast rabbit
Well that's acid, still weird from my last tablet
I love like a folk singer but fuck like a crack addict
Practicing black magic and watching some car crashes
Snapchattin' a dick pic and sent it to Bob Saget (I'm a faggot)
Word, the aliens have landed
I don't panic in my fortress made of granite
Take life for granted, probably won't when it ends
Thank God I'm sober again
[Hook: Treejay]
Run away, run away
Run, run, run away
Oh my...
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Who let the dogs out?
Stop what you're doing and put 'em back in the doghouse
I wasn't human, I'm feeling like I'm a god now
But most of the time I don't need to know what I'm talking 'bout
Bitch, I'm a walking, talking crocodile
Take a picture with my mom and crop her out
Go to her house, coked up, and lock her out
(Sorry about that)
I'm possibly a phony, don't believe me
You can't tell that I'm so lonely from the TV
I hate myself cause I'm a white rapper
I hate white rappers but an industry of kite masters made me rich
Short-shorts and high socks
I feel like chalk without a sidewalk
Back in the 'burgh I'mma eat at my favorite Thai spot
And smile as the hungry eyes watch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Yeah, still having sex with blind people (it feel good)
They say my pussy smell like pine needles (as it should)
Bust a nut in the poultry section at Giant Eagle
Stare a chicken in the face like, bitch, I'mma eat you
Yea, I'm all kinds of evil
Eating mushrooms out in London trynna find the Beatles
I'm still sick of people
Go back to saying, be a chief and kick it with Mr. Roedel
(That was my English teacher)
Retina display on my Macintosh
That's high definition jacking off
In LA trying to get me an acting job
Cause my idol David Hasselhoff
[Interlude: Mac Miller]
Man, Germans love David Hasselhoff
I hear they like David Hasselhoff more than they like Jews
And they love Jews out there
[Outro: Treejay]
Runaway, catch a plane
Know I did, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Runaway, Runaway, Runaway
Ooh, ooh
Girl, Runaway
You better run away
Headaches & Migraines lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Dave East)
[Chorus:]
I'm getting faded in an undisclosed location
This ain't just a couple screws loose it's straight jacket crazy
I don't give a fuck if I don't find my head
Fuck it, I gave every single fuck I had left
Yeah, Why'd you get so high so early
So high, so early
So high, so early
So high, so early
Take your time, never hurry
You don't mind, I won't worry
You'll be fine, say the word, say the word
[Verse 1 - Dave East:]
Smoking dope it's hard to breathe
Feeling stuck it's hard to leave
Roll up smoke em back to back
If you got some we can match
Money coming, we can stack
Dime bags, 20 bags, 50s, 100s grab a 7th
Got some extra that's a blessing
Roll me up, just roll me up
DJ pour had me sipping that sizzurp
TDot poured me up, faded off the wake up
I got makeup on my clothes
This bitch was sleep this loud just woke her up
I don't think I smoke enough
Cheech & Chong my motivators
Roll a facial, think of times I hoped for cable, we was broke
If I ain't have nothing I had hella smoke
Leather coat the fragrant's kush
Passed out faded before they played the hook
Got a foreign model tryna order out she hate to cook
I get high with Esco now they shooting shit I made you look
My life is a movie dropped out of school cause I hated books
I'm living like Rick James still backwoods ain't shit changed
Mac know I'm far from sober just started it's far from over
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Mac Miller:]
They walk in the crib my dick smell of sex
Pussy, whiskey on my breath
My bitch bugging when I come in, when you gon clean up this mess
See I'm American Mac there goes my brain or what's left
When I get carried away I know how crazy I get
Cash or check, bread and butter, take a number, place a bet
To the realest motherfuckers ain't too many of us left
You can't tell me nothing no discussion flow is so disgusting
Throwing up a whole bunch of blood on an empty stomach
Got headaches and migraines, headaches and migraines
Every single morning like my brain flipping sideways
Try to move my body but my skeleton vibrates
Who's car is that and how'd it get in my driveway
This is high stakes professional time waste
High as Macaulay Culking but lower than five basements
It's competitive life ruining horrible influences
I stay with headaches and migraines
[Chorus]
I'm getting faded in an undisclosed location
This ain't just a couple screws loose it's straight jacket crazy
I don't give a fuck if I don't find my head
Fuck it, I gave every single fuck I had left
Yeah, Why'd you get so high so early
So high, so early
So high, so early
So high, so early
Take your time, never hurry
You don't mind, I won't worry
You'll be fine, say the word, say the word
[Verse 1 - Dave East:]
Smoking dope it's hard to breathe
Feeling stuck it's hard to leave
Roll up smoke em back to back
If you got some we can match
Money coming, we can stack
Dime bags, 20 bags, 50s, 100s grab a 7th
Got some extra that's a blessing
Roll me up, just roll me up
DJ pour had me sipping that sizzurp
TDot poured me up, faded off the wake up
I got makeup on my clothes
This bitch was sleep this loud just woke her up
I don't think I smoke enough
Cheech & Chong my motivators
Roll a facial, think of times I hoped for cable, we was broke
If I ain't have nothing I had hella smoke
Leather coat the fragrant's kush
Passed out faded before they played the hook
Got a foreign model tryna order out she hate to cook
I get high with Esco now they shooting shit I made you look
My life is a movie dropped out of school cause I hated books
I'm living like Rick James still backwoods ain't shit changed
Mac know I'm far from sober just started it's far from over
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Mac Miller:]
They walk in the crib my dick smell of sex
Pussy, whiskey on my breath
My bitch bugging when I come in, when you gon clean up this mess
See I'm American Mac there goes my brain or what's left
When I get carried away I know how crazy I get
Cash or check, bread and butter, take a number, place a bet
To the realest motherfuckers ain't too many of us left
You can't tell me nothing no discussion flow is so disgusting
Throwing up a whole bunch of blood on an empty stomach
Got headaches and migraines, headaches and migraines
Every single morning like my brain flipping sideways
Try to move my body but my skeleton vibrates
Who's car is that and how'd it get in my driveway
This is high stakes professional time waste
High as Macaulay Culking but lower than five basements
It's competitive life ruining horrible influences
I stay with headaches and migraines
[Chorus]
Inertia lyrics - Mac Miller
I been a god way before synagogue
Liquor drops used to hit the spot like a cinderblock
This is not what you wanted but this is what you got
You live with what you got
Elixir that I'm mixing like I'm in the kitchen whipping rock
I'm in the spot like the middle of a prison box
And you ain't nothing to the planet but a little dot
Suddenly hit the water like the line that's on a fishing rod
Simple thoughts got me itching like the chicken pox
Knitted socks, with fingers tryna scratch a lotto ticket off
When I made it I was getting all the bitches off
See I was faded, now I'm counting up the minutes lost
I throw 'em back like opponents hit a homer
My mind, it holds explosion like a pose that's on a poster
I'm out the holster with it
I overdid it like the way the rollercoaster spinning
Homie, that's inertia
I'm the moon to the sun how I birthed ya
Turn ya, back to ya old ways, reverse ya
Curse ya, witchcraft
You get nothing but a whole lot of nothing
With your mothafuckin' bitch ass
You simple as a whistle, never pick a side
Shit, you always in the middle, never down to ride
I was high like I'm born to fly
I never die, I'm immortalized
Here before ya eyes
Lord of the flyest, I is your highness
And no diamond when it shine ultraviolet
You on your bullshit, I'm on assignment
And I be on it like a stylus on a PalmPilot
I'm God's finest work, this way beyond timeless
Copped the new presidential Rollie, keep the watch silent
'Cause everybody ticking me off
I got the world with her legs open, licking the box, shit
She home wet, sweatin' me for phone sex
Don't stress, daddy'll be home soon
And assume I'm down low with the post moves
I come through and hit the hole like Jones Drew, yeah
My old chick is old news
But add fuel to fire, what I won't do
So, I just kick it with the homies like I'm supposed to
And we go back like old hoops
Well, this the cold cold feeling
Bone chillin', borderline dope dealing
I'm going up with no ceiling, shit
Out of body, got my soul swimming
And no different, good head keep my toes twitching
You know Larry been fishing since he in the womb
This the scoop up the Big Dipper, you the little spoon
Went from invisible to minuscule
To invincible, dancing with the business moves
I made a million and it killed me
My second million got me mothafucking filthy
You ain't nothing till you die and come back to life iller
They haven't made a mothafucker realer, Mr. Miller, yeah
Liquor drops used to hit the spot like a cinderblock
This is not what you wanted but this is what you got
You live with what you got
Elixir that I'm mixing like I'm in the kitchen whipping rock
I'm in the spot like the middle of a prison box
And you ain't nothing to the planet but a little dot
Suddenly hit the water like the line that's on a fishing rod
Simple thoughts got me itching like the chicken pox
Knitted socks, with fingers tryna scratch a lotto ticket off
When I made it I was getting all the bitches off
See I was faded, now I'm counting up the minutes lost
I throw 'em back like opponents hit a homer
My mind, it holds explosion like a pose that's on a poster
I'm out the holster with it
I overdid it like the way the rollercoaster spinning
Homie, that's inertia
I'm the moon to the sun how I birthed ya
Turn ya, back to ya old ways, reverse ya
Curse ya, witchcraft
You get nothing but a whole lot of nothing
With your mothafuckin' bitch ass
You simple as a whistle, never pick a side
Shit, you always in the middle, never down to ride
I was high like I'm born to fly
I never die, I'm immortalized
Here before ya eyes
Lord of the flyest, I is your highness
And no diamond when it shine ultraviolet
You on your bullshit, I'm on assignment
And I be on it like a stylus on a PalmPilot
I'm God's finest work, this way beyond timeless
Copped the new presidential Rollie, keep the watch silent
'Cause everybody ticking me off
I got the world with her legs open, licking the box, shit
She home wet, sweatin' me for phone sex
Don't stress, daddy'll be home soon
And assume I'm down low with the post moves
I come through and hit the hole like Jones Drew, yeah
My old chick is old news
But add fuel to fire, what I won't do
So, I just kick it with the homies like I'm supposed to
And we go back like old hoops
Well, this the cold cold feeling
Bone chillin', borderline dope dealing
I'm going up with no ceiling, shit
Out of body, got my soul swimming
And no different, good head keep my toes twitching
You know Larry been fishing since he in the womb
This the scoop up the Big Dipper, you the little spoon
Went from invisible to minuscule
To invincible, dancing with the business moves
I made a million and it killed me
My second million got me mothafucking filthy
You ain't nothing till you die and come back to life iller
They haven't made a mothafucker realer, Mr. Miller, yeah
Life lyrics - Mac Miller
[Intro]
Yeah... [gun shot]
[Verse 1]
I didn't mean to pull the trigger, I swear (I swear)
But now she's dead and there ain't no coming back once you there (there)
I hope she knew that I loved her, I hope she knew that I cared (I cared)
Your food getting cold, why don't you come sit down in this chair (chair)
We can talk about all the things we should have done
All the arguments that you probably would have won (have won)
But I'm stubborn baby, you knew that when you told me you loved me
And I told you I loved you back (loved you back)
But now you laying on the tile, I'm waiting for a smile
So I'll stay here for a while, when the cops come in
They're gonna have to take me away (away)
[Hook]
And I'll tell em, "I'm sorry
I didn't mean to do it"
Guess I'm just emotional
And maybe kinda stupid
I just wanna hold you close
So why do I have to give you away
[gun shot, scream]
And I'll tell em, I'm sorry
I'm not a bad person
I couldn't take your pain away
I guess I'm undeserving
But if I cant have you to myself
Then you're, gone (gone)
[gun shot]
[Verse 2]
I didn't mean to pull the trigger, I swear (I swear)
Life full of surprises, but that shit isn't fair (isn't fair)
Tell me how we live is different, guess this shit kinda rare (rare)
If you getting cold, why don't you come sit down in this chair (chair)
We can talk about everything you hate on this Earth (Earth)
And that you're getting tired, cause you making it work (work)
But can I kiss you just one more time (time)
Baby lemme close your eyes, feel your lips touching mine (touching mine)
I'm sure I've never seen you look more heavenly (heavenly)
Now I'm rubbing on your back, whispering rest in peace (rest in peace)
It's okay baby, go to sleep (go to sleep)
I'll keep you safe, you alone with me
Say I wouldn't hurt you, I lied
I don't deserve you, I tried
So I'm a stay by your side (side)
But when the cops come in
They're gonna have to take me away (away)
[Hook]
And I'll tell em, "I'm sorry
I didn't mean to do it"
Guess I'm just emotional
And maybe kinda stupid
I just wanna hold you close
So why do I have to give you away
[gun shot, scream]
And I'll tell em, I'm sorry
I'm not a bad person
I couldn't take your pain away
I guess I'm undeserving
But if I cant have you to myself
Then you're, gone (gone)
[gun shot]
Yeah... [gun shot]
[Verse 1]
I didn't mean to pull the trigger, I swear (I swear)
But now she's dead and there ain't no coming back once you there (there)
I hope she knew that I loved her, I hope she knew that I cared (I cared)
Your food getting cold, why don't you come sit down in this chair (chair)
We can talk about all the things we should have done
All the arguments that you probably would have won (have won)
But I'm stubborn baby, you knew that when you told me you loved me
And I told you I loved you back (loved you back)
But now you laying on the tile, I'm waiting for a smile
So I'll stay here for a while, when the cops come in
They're gonna have to take me away (away)
[Hook]
And I'll tell em, "I'm sorry
I didn't mean to do it"
Guess I'm just emotional
And maybe kinda stupid
I just wanna hold you close
So why do I have to give you away
[gun shot, scream]
And I'll tell em, I'm sorry
I'm not a bad person
I couldn't take your pain away
I guess I'm undeserving
But if I cant have you to myself
Then you're, gone (gone)
[gun shot]
[Verse 2]
I didn't mean to pull the trigger, I swear (I swear)
Life full of surprises, but that shit isn't fair (isn't fair)
Tell me how we live is different, guess this shit kinda rare (rare)
If you getting cold, why don't you come sit down in this chair (chair)
We can talk about everything you hate on this Earth (Earth)
And that you're getting tired, cause you making it work (work)
But can I kiss you just one more time (time)
Baby lemme close your eyes, feel your lips touching mine (touching mine)
I'm sure I've never seen you look more heavenly (heavenly)
Now I'm rubbing on your back, whispering rest in peace (rest in peace)
It's okay baby, go to sleep (go to sleep)
I'll keep you safe, you alone with me
Say I wouldn't hurt you, I lied
I don't deserve you, I tried
So I'm a stay by your side (side)
But when the cops come in
They're gonna have to take me away (away)
[Hook]
And I'll tell em, "I'm sorry
I didn't mean to do it"
Guess I'm just emotional
And maybe kinda stupid
I just wanna hold you close
So why do I have to give you away
[gun shot, scream]
And I'll tell em, I'm sorry
I'm not a bad person
I couldn't take your pain away
I guess I'm undeserving
But if I cant have you to myself
Then you're, gone (gone)
[gun shot]
Lua lyrics - Mac Miller
(originally by Bright Eyes)
I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
Waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor’s west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening, by the morning they’ll be gone.
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I’m not a gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist.
You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
You just keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back
Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad
But what’s so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag.
I’ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.
And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is
I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
Waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor’s west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening, by the morning they’ll be gone.
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I’m not a gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist.
You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
You just keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back
Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad
But what’s so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag.
I’ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening, by the morning seems insane.
And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is
Melt lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. ScHoolboy Q)
Yeah, right here, or no, never mind
Pete Rock
Yeah
My cigarillo bigger than armadillos
I might go Schizo, pistol under the pillow
Abysmal, flow hot as fire and brimstone
Sonning these rappers, calling them kiddo, it's simple
I'm watching movies with the sound off
In the dark my shadow colder than a groundhog's
So I'm eating Chinese food with the brown sauce
Fuck bitches, nothing but a hound dog
Count off to a million, do you have time?
Blast off when you lifted, have you been this high?
Drifting by, give time a kiss goodbye
Cuz I'm gone, I'll be back as soon as pigs can fly
I'm the first time Peyton, let the pigskin fly
It is I, now that's Tony lifting
My shit is addicting, aliens are listening
Listen to this
[Hook:]
Why won't you let the rain clouds melt?
Let the rain clouds melt
Everybody let the rain clouds melt
Why don't you let the rain clouds melt?
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Back with Mac, yeah we mackin right
Court-side looking brain-fried
Black and white guy, tie dye
Two hoes, tight thighs, no rolls on the ta-ta's
Pre-roll's in my Prada, neck gold, I'm your fasha
Son niggas, I'm the one, here I come
Where your tongue came from?
The underground like we platinum
Start the car with my right thumb
See me in the ride, Backwood burnin'
Get green, smoke earnin'
So high, spitting on the sky, the extraterrestrial's have arrived
Passports, we fly by, no court time
Throw the peace sign, by the Chevy as a Nissan
Now you acting like a pussy
Furtherize the level that we took 'em
Bent my dick in your mouth, I'll hush 'em
[Hook]
Take you back with medieval, cerebral, assault retrieval
If you're trying to get down, better call your people
Flow like you're walking down a Harlem needle
Sharp as steeples, this is an assault on evil
An assault on evil
Said this is an assault on evil
So get on the mother fucking ground!
Pete Rock
Yeah
My cigarillo bigger than armadillos
I might go Schizo, pistol under the pillow
Abysmal, flow hot as fire and brimstone
Sonning these rappers, calling them kiddo, it's simple
I'm watching movies with the sound off
In the dark my shadow colder than a groundhog's
So I'm eating Chinese food with the brown sauce
Fuck bitches, nothing but a hound dog
Count off to a million, do you have time?
Blast off when you lifted, have you been this high?
Drifting by, give time a kiss goodbye
Cuz I'm gone, I'll be back as soon as pigs can fly
I'm the first time Peyton, let the pigskin fly
It is I, now that's Tony lifting
My shit is addicting, aliens are listening
Listen to this
[Hook:]
Why won't you let the rain clouds melt?
Let the rain clouds melt
Everybody let the rain clouds melt
Why don't you let the rain clouds melt?
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Back with Mac, yeah we mackin right
Court-side looking brain-fried
Black and white guy, tie dye
Two hoes, tight thighs, no rolls on the ta-ta's
Pre-roll's in my Prada, neck gold, I'm your fasha
Son niggas, I'm the one, here I come
Where your tongue came from?
The underground like we platinum
Start the car with my right thumb
See me in the ride, Backwood burnin'
Get green, smoke earnin'
So high, spitting on the sky, the extraterrestrial's have arrived
Passports, we fly by, no court time
Throw the peace sign, by the Chevy as a Nissan
Now you acting like a pussy
Furtherize the level that we took 'em
Bent my dick in your mouth, I'll hush 'em
[Hook]
Take you back with medieval, cerebral, assault retrieval
If you're trying to get down, better call your people
Flow like you're walking down a Harlem needle
Sharp as steeples, this is an assault on evil
An assault on evil
Said this is an assault on evil
So get on the mother fucking ground!
Programs lyrics - Mac Miller
Yep, yep, yep, yuh, yuh, yuh
I don't got a reason to lie
They gave me the key to the sky
But I'd rather open my eyes
'Cause that's what'll keep me alive
Somethin' that's easin' my mind
Please do not fuck up my day
Everybody want a headline
I don't got nothin' to say
'Cept I'm comin' back with the freshness
You know I love makin' an entrance
Now now, don't get defensive
Time is a matter of seconds (one, two, yeah)
Off to see the wizard, lead the picture, me and liquor
Evil mixture, demons clitter
Clean the whiskers, seeking Mr. Fisherman
Back on my shit again
Doin' my own dance
Feel the rhythm that's no hands
I tell ya vision like programs
Busy livin' on triple digits, young old man
Ya'll dead wrong I'm upper with the echelon
So butter when the bread long
I'm going strong till my head gone (til' my head gone)
Yeah, floatin' back up on the scene I'm sayin hello (hello)
Do my thing up on the strings like Tom Morello
I keep it movin' you'll be doin way to much
I ain't tellin' time just to tell you when it's up (yup)
Yeah, I'm only keepin' good company
I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me (yeah)
Yeah, one for you and one for me (yeah, yeah)
I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me
Yeah, I mean wow, do not touch that dial
I've waited a while, been around
Just like word of mouth, you gon' hear me out (and I)
And I, and I, and I put that on my house
I'm always goin' overboard, I better swim before I drown (drown)
I'm like rubber with the bounce, hundred be the count
Drummin' loud, that's Stunner with the sounds (bang, bang, bang, bang)
I was younger, fuck around, every summer wild
Always had it jumpin' at the house
Clappin' for ya'll, I'm into havin' it all
Feelin' like Shaq with the call, stature is tall
Rollin' around with the homies, a battery pack on my dawgs
Fuck with my dawgs, havin' enough ain't a lot
Puttin' a check in the box, straight to the top
It don't matter, never mind the pattern when you're takin' your shot
Yeah, enough with the bullshit, enough with the bullshit
Enough with the extras, fuck all my money, I swear I been through it
Fuck all the losin', that's just an illusion
Gotta keep them comin' back for more to keep it movin'
I'm only keepin' good company
I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me (yeah)
Yeah, one for you and one for me (yeah, yeah)
I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me (love for me)
Follow me another way
Yeah, you know you better stand God damn
Put your hands together, everybody got money, get the band together
Movin' like you can't stand the weather, but it ain't gon' rain always
I don't got a reason to lie
They gave me the key to the sky
But I'd rather open my eyes
'Cause that's what'll keep me alive
Somethin' that's easin' my mind
Please do not fuck up my day
Everybody want a headline
I don't got nothin' to say
'Cept I'm comin' back with the freshness
You know I love makin' an entrance
Now now, don't get defensive
Time is a matter of seconds (one, two, yeah)
Off to see the wizard, lead the picture, me and liquor
Evil mixture, demons clitter
Clean the whiskers, seeking Mr. Fisherman
Back on my shit again
Doin' my own dance
Feel the rhythm that's no hands
I tell ya vision like programs
Busy livin' on triple digits, young old man
Ya'll dead wrong I'm upper with the echelon
So butter when the bread long
I'm going strong till my head gone (til' my head gone)
Yeah, floatin' back up on the scene I'm sayin hello (hello)
Do my thing up on the strings like Tom Morello
I keep it movin' you'll be doin way to much
I ain't tellin' time just to tell you when it's up (yup)
Yeah, I'm only keepin' good company
I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me (yeah)
Yeah, one for you and one for me (yeah, yeah)
I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me
Yeah, I mean wow, do not touch that dial
I've waited a while, been around
Just like word of mouth, you gon' hear me out (and I)
And I, and I, and I put that on my house
I'm always goin' overboard, I better swim before I drown (drown)
I'm like rubber with the bounce, hundred be the count
Drummin' loud, that's Stunner with the sounds (bang, bang, bang, bang)
I was younger, fuck around, every summer wild
Always had it jumpin' at the house
Clappin' for ya'll, I'm into havin' it all
Feelin' like Shaq with the call, stature is tall
Rollin' around with the homies, a battery pack on my dawgs
Fuck with my dawgs, havin' enough ain't a lot
Puttin' a check in the box, straight to the top
It don't matter, never mind the pattern when you're takin' your shot
Yeah, enough with the bullshit, enough with the bullshit
Enough with the extras, fuck all my money, I swear I been through it
Fuck all the losin', that's just an illusion
Gotta keep them comin' back for more to keep it movin'
I'm only keepin' good company
I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me (yeah)
Yeah, one for you and one for me (yeah, yeah)
I am not talkin' to you if you don't have love for me (love for me)
Follow me another way
Yeah, you know you better stand God damn
Put your hands together, everybody got money, get the band together
Movin' like you can't stand the weather, but it ain't gon' rain always
Slapboxin lyrics - Mac Miller
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh
I came through whippin' somethin' clean like a bald head
Bitch with me drop dead gorgeous, plus she well read
I'ma get brain on the plane if it's overnight
I'ma maintain in the game, I ain't overnight
Colder than some polar ice, or like the ghost on poltergeist
Opinions suck, I know I'm nice, money talks, you overpriced
I'm doper, fuck a sober life, you local, you ain't smokin' right
My weed loud as Hulk Hogan fights when he rip the shirt
On the throne, you kickin' dirt, sip this purp, and spit berzerk
You a bitch, your chick a flirt, stop your crying, get to work
I talk shit, got the stats that'll back it up
My shit adding up, racking up a plaque a month
And that loud ass bass you hearin', that's the trunk
That vibration on your body, now that's a bump
You can tell us who you are, you don't have to front
You ain't a captain, you just Captain Crunch
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came in real, and you came through frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
All that money don't make you nothin'
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came through real, and you came in frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
And all that money don't make you nothin'
I rock A-P-C's, some B-A-P-E's
So many different clothing brands, I got A.D.D
Bought a big ole' crib, you can picture me in it
Just decided that the sky isn't really my limit
Somethin' cold in my cup, some weed, rollin' a blunt
Smile long, like I convinced Oprah to fuck
I think I lost my mind, need a Amber Alert
You can't talk that shit unless you stand in it first
Turn a bitch to fan, even hand her some merch
To be a legend, you gotta start out with that amateur work
And I paid my dues
Walked humbly on an ego trip, sleepin' with a freaky bitch
You was chillin' chiefin' fifth, doin' drugs with a porno chick
Watchin' porno flicks, make her own movie and I'm scorin' it
I'll see you in hell before I see you winnin'
Did it myself, and I beat the system
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came in real, and you came through frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
All that money don't make you nothin'
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came through real, and you came in frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
And all that money don't make you nothin'
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came in real, and you came through frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
All that money don't make you nothin'
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came through real, and you came in frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
And all that money don't make you nothin'
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh
I came through whippin' somethin' clean like a bald head
Bitch with me drop dead gorgeous, plus she well read
I'ma get brain on the plane if it's overnight
I'ma maintain in the game, I ain't overnight
Colder than some polar ice, or like the ghost on poltergeist
Opinions suck, I know I'm nice, money talks, you overpriced
I'm doper, fuck a sober life, you local, you ain't smokin' right
My weed loud as Hulk Hogan fights when he rip the shirt
On the throne, you kickin' dirt, sip this purp, and spit berzerk
You a bitch, your chick a flirt, stop your crying, get to work
I talk shit, got the stats that'll back it up
My shit adding up, racking up a plaque a month
And that loud ass bass you hearin', that's the trunk
That vibration on your body, now that's a bump
You can tell us who you are, you don't have to front
You ain't a captain, you just Captain Crunch
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came in real, and you came through frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
All that money don't make you nothin'
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came through real, and you came in frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
And all that money don't make you nothin'
I rock A-P-C's, some B-A-P-E's
So many different clothing brands, I got A.D.D
Bought a big ole' crib, you can picture me in it
Just decided that the sky isn't really my limit
Somethin' cold in my cup, some weed, rollin' a blunt
Smile long, like I convinced Oprah to fuck
I think I lost my mind, need a Amber Alert
You can't talk that shit unless you stand in it first
Turn a bitch to fan, even hand her some merch
To be a legend, you gotta start out with that amateur work
And I paid my dues
Walked humbly on an ego trip, sleepin' with a freaky bitch
You was chillin' chiefin' fifth, doin' drugs with a porno chick
Watchin' porno flicks, make her own movie and I'm scorin' it
I'll see you in hell before I see you winnin'
Did it myself, and I beat the system
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came in real, and you came through frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
All that money don't make you nothin'
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came through real, and you came in frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
And all that money don't make you nothin'
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came in real, and you came through frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
All that money don't make you nothin'
Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now
I came through real, and you came in frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin')
And all that money don't make you nothin'
Glow lyrics - Mac Miller (with Pharrell Williams)
[Pharrell]
You see that glow that high gloss
That high gloss, that high gloss
You see that glow, that high gloss
That high gloss, that high gloss
Here we go…
[Mac Miller - Verse 1]
I fuck around with them playmates
Twenty thousand my day rate
Eating seven course meals now
People say that I gained weight
All you rappers you ain’t safe
More money same face
Been the shit still the shit
Just double up, exchange rate
Guess who just grown up now
You can all sit the fuck down
Had to speak to P, said I need the beat
To show these clowns I don’t fuck around
Asking me about money, wonder what’s my net worth
People try to come sue me, but I call up J.G. Wentworth
Yeah I glow, they don’t
I suppose let ‘em go
Spend 10 racks on my coat
Fuck a whip just bought me a boat
My flow is gross
Be bread, get it I was toast
Without one, you reaching
You ain't close, get it, no
[Chorus]
Oh you ain’t now (oh you ain’t now)
Since I was born (since I was born)
My mind was gone (my mind was gone)
Know I was poor
Don’t mind any bitch I just go (I just go)
And my wrist was cold (wrist was cold)
My world was snow (my world was snow)
What I need light fo’
Girl I’m white as a bitch, I just glow
I’m so special (I’m so special)
I’m so special (I’m so special)
I’m so special (I’m so special)
Girl I’m white as a bitch I just glow
I’m so special (I’m so special)
I’m so special (I’m so special)
I’m so special (I’m so special)
Girl I’m white as a bitch I just glow
[Mac Miller - Verse 2]
I rap a lot, rap a lot, don’t be afraid it’s just after shock
Yeah jam like when Shaq grab the rock
I’m going in like a Magic shot
Don’t rap sweet like apricots
Shut the fuck up you don’t have to talk
I’ma lay back with my ass on top
Got the game on match a lot muthafucker
You don’t see cash a lot, bitch stop acting like you bad you not
I put my dick in her ass and twat and she look back like thats the spot
Call me, I’m counting money, play around with money
Y’all ain’t shit without ya money
Life ain't all about the money
Well it kinda is if you out of money
Mac Millions that’s the name
Most dope that’s the game
Drunk bitch so glad you came
Saw her taking off her clothes tryin have the train
Hoes love us, tryna fuck us with no rubbers
Fuck that, we fuck each other, on tour we make her fuck the runner
Muthafucker just shit you need
You ain’t fuck around my team
Cause you living all of your dreams
Here to kill your self esteem
And my flow is pyro
Smoke blunts 'til my eyes close
Middle finger up high though
End this song on a high note
[Chorus]
I’m just eating that pink slime
Bitch that pink slime
Muthafuckerrrrrrr...!!!
Onaroll lyrics - Mac Miller (with Pharrell)
Yeah, I be eatin' that Pink Slime
Ha ha here we go
[Verse 1]
Got my chick makin' drinks with that cream, while I'm takin' sips of that lean
Life ain't a bitch if you make a wish, you might break a record like me
Got a mill at age nineteen, but I may just give that back
To show my friends I could do it again if I started all from scratch
All I do is rap, you can run and tell them hoes that
Pipe like a plumber it's nice with no rubber, she like when I fuck her like that
This rap's what I do, but I been fly, been fly
You're now inside of my sick mind, that Pink Slime, that Pink Slime
[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck, what more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?
[Verse 2]
Go a hundred miles an hour, ride around the city
Smokin' on that sour, couple bad ones with me
Used to rock all my brother's clothes
Now designer brands, got a bunch of those
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold
Ridin' by the cops, I'm like fuck em' though
Hoes turn bent for that Hermes, I'm bustin' nuts on her fur vest
My life is like a circus, my head's a little unfurnished
She on a roll, she Dean's list, her ass round like Venus
My penis, her cleavage, that freaky bitch need Jesus
[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck, what more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?
[Verse 3]
I'm switchin' up my flows, sellin' out these shows
Pop a bottle of Dom P, then spill it all on my clothes
Damn Mac, you're so grown, made a business all on my own
These labels callin' my phone, but I made this business all on my own
Give me that bass bitch, I'm a bass head, let it break shit til it make a mess
I wrote myself another blank check, I'm fuckin it', need a AIDS test
Win the Heisman, I'm MVP, Dan Marino, you Sandusky
MC Hammer, they can't touch me, Skateboard P, he be on that beat
[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to fuck, what more could you ask for?
Fuck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?
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