When In Rome lyrics - Mac Miller

All the freaks coming out when the sun down
Hating on it, I don't give a fuck now
Bad little bitch with her tongue out
Told her go long, it's a touchdown
Do this for the city and the state
Buster better bring me to the safe
Want it right now I ain't really tryna wait
Got me on trial but I'm beating that case
Motherfucker say it to my face
Say it to my face, motherfucker go and say it to my face
Trippin' now, everything straight
Rappers all wanna drop it now and they can't even get a date
Feeling great and I'm in here
If you got a problem don't stand here
In the middle of the ocean, see the land here
Any helicopter, fucker, we gon' land here

When in, when in, Rome
When in Rome, when in, when in, Rome
When in, when in, Rome
When in Rome, when in, when in, Rome
When in, when in, Rome
When in Rome, when in, when in, Rome
When in, when in, Rome
When in Rome, when in, when in, Rome

Bad little bitch and her ass fat
I give it to the homie, he can have that
You talking that shit, where the racks at?
They keep you on the shelf where the racks at
I'm just trying to go and see the Colosseum
When I die they better build a mausoleum
I don't got time bitch I'm high, ain't a secret
I don't got time bitch I'm high, ain't a cigarette
Everybody and their mother wanna rap now
Tell 'em cut a check for a youngin', and I'ma cash out
Walking in the back door to the pat down now
On my shit, you can borrow my bitch, give her back now, right now
I'ma need that, right now
Give her back now, right now
I'ma need that
Came up from the gravel to the motherfucking castle
Broke culture all we do is trappin'
At the table breaking bread with Italians
Got a whole bunch of bitches doing Valiums
Make a song everyday, got 1000
Got a whole bunch of trophies and medallions
Any motherfucking made it before the motherfucking money
Got another hundred grand, but who's counting?
When in, when in, when in Rome
I was 19 with the homies goin' 'round the globe
Got 75K, now they book me for a show
Muhfuckers can't see me when they standing on they toes
God damn, look up, god damn, look up
Yeah

When in, when in, Rome
When in Rome, when in, when in, Rome
When in, when in, Rome
When in Rome, when in, when in, Rome
When in, when in, Rome
When in Rome, when in, when in, Rome
When in, when in, Rome
When in Rome, when in, when in, Rome

I'm at the top of my game
Don't mean to be rude, but me and you, we are not one in the same
I'm eating your food and fucking your bitch cause you is a lame
Pittsburgh where I live, hipster, little kid
God damn my life changed
I'm at the top of my game
(Scoreboard, scoreboard, scoreboard)
I'm at the top of my game
(Scoreboard, scoreboard, scoreboard)
See, I'm at the top of my game
(Scoreboard, scoreboard, scoreboard)
I'm at the top of my game
(Scoreboard, scoreboard, scoreboard)

Yeah I made a couple million off rap like it's nothing
Keep the shit quiet, I don't stunt too much
She could fuck me, she don't give it up too much
Drink liquor like water, getting drunk too much, haan
I was off them drugs too much, in the crib fucking all these little sluts too much
How it is when you young, blowing up too much
Talking shit, but I know you ain't been up to much
Man I been working, said I'm the greatest
Now that I'm certain, Benzo the latest
Drunk and I'm swerving, I'm going ape shit on all of my verses
Fuck being famous, I'm here to fuck up your favorite
Lately I'm hearing too much of the same shit
Young and I'm faded, killing shit, bury it all under my basement

Shut your motherfucking mouth bitch
Fuck your motherfucking couch bitch
Yeah you talking, you ain't 'bout shit
Swear you a lame
I'ma keep killing shit, let them all hate
Bitches in love with my face, yeah I'm collecting
I need that money today
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ROS lyrics - Mac Miller

Good evening everybody
How's everybody doing
Just wanna ask a question, have you... have you
Have you been in love before
You like your vodka with a little touch of lime
You should probably take your heels off
Cause you've been running through my mind
Oh baby, they say we're no good for each other
And I can't really tell, what is this spell you put me under
Your love's not too kind to me
I hate the pain, these days of rain
You're playing games of hide and seek, my love
And I'm still trying to find you
I'm looking for you babe
And I'm still trying to find you
Through sunshine or rain

Yeah, you got your stained glass iris
Diamond behind your eyelids
Autopilot fly
My heart skipped a beat like a scratched CD
Your skin smell like butterscotch and your lips taste like kiwi
Let's take a plane to Fiji, make a date let's take it easy
Love is power, swear there's something about her that make me nervous
Mother earth done gave us all a gift, she made you perfect
Let's eat some mushrooms and go to the circus
Girl you know I'm loving you just like you deserve it
So baby make me earn it, show me the way you work it
Tell me what you afraid of, I'll spit you my favorite verses
Let's just go take a breath
I want it all, every ounce of love that you got left
You are my drug and love to death
Feel free to fall, you are a catch
I'm in your heart, I'm in your dream
So fuck the world it's you and me
She is the only one that got away
If love don't last forever then forever ain't the same

Your love is not too kind to me
The only thing on my mind is she
My love, my love, my love, my love
And I know that nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever

And she is cool, calm and collected
I knew that you was the one when I seen you leave me breathless
A-okay I need a second day today, give me attention
I want to take care of you
Marry you, something I'm prepared to, there can't be two
You was here I ran from you
Scared to take that step
But now that I am ready, you not
You up and left me
Hope your new man make you laugh like I do
I do not mean to worry you with my obsession
I just want to be beside you
I'm too nice, and I had to pay that price
Everything I do is wrong, everything you do is right
Let's start a family, hold on to forever baby
Your pussy is a palace and your head is crazy
That bomb is detonating, look at this mess you're making
I am the king, you are the queen, look at this chess we're playing
Oh we had a love, that love was record breaking
I'm sick of waiting

Your love is not too kind to me
The only thing on my mind is she
My love, my love, my love, my love
And I know that nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever

So gimme all your love
And I will be yours, through rain and through shine
Gimme all of your love
You will be mine through rain and through shine
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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Cut The Check lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Chief Keef)

[Mac Miller:]
I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the check
I'm a working motherfucker need a desk shit
I don't got a heart, I don't even need a chest
I'm a mess, they be saying they up next, that's a stretch
Hold your breath let me bow to the crowd, shit I'm blessed
Well I must be, bitches want to fuck me, bump uglies on front street
The cards on the table, gin rummy
Have a blast, have a ball, have a motherfucking great time
Beast, I'm a dog, got a squad full of K-9s
I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the check
I'mma get it 'til there ain't shit left to get
No stress, running suicides, don't even break a sweat
I'm a threat, code red when your line get pressed
You getting fucked by your contract what the fine print says
Told you once, I told you twice, I get the Lamb it's over rice
I whip the Lamb it's overpriced, the life is good the hoes are dikes
The type of shit don't happen overnight (God damn)
I'm a motherfucking fool

This shit on 100 degrees, hard as fuck ain't in a rush
I let the money come to me, I'm a business man
I'm way too young to be this rich
I don't know what to do with all this shit
I'm out of control, Lord can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right now
How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screaming money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right now

[Chief Keef:]
How convenient, undefeated
Walked up in Neimans spent the sac then I'm leaving
Smoking on reefer, OG reeking
Got the cops pull me over they gon' want to take the Bimmer
But I'mma do the dash, beat it like Tina
And I got my nina boy, you better be subpoenaed
Walked in the spot, ice on, lights on, blingin'
Someone start a fire cause it's fucking freezing
I'm high off life give me the blunt I'm a roll it
I got hot rocks I'ma let you hold it
I was posted with the hammer y'all was telling police
Now I wrestle with racks, bitch I'm Mick Foley
Shit made me go woo like Rick Florer
I mean Ric Flair bitch boy I've been player
You a bench warmer boy I've been playing
Walked up the stairs look at my shoes like them cleaner
But I should've worn the other ones cause them better

[Mac Miller:]
This shit on 100 degrees, hard as fuck ain't in a rush
I let the money come to me, I'm a business man
I'm way too young to be this rich
I don't know what to do with all this shit
I'm out of control, Lord can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right now
How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screaming money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right now
Cut the check
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Ascension lyrics - Mac Miller

[DJ Clockwork:]
Yo, I'm fucking zooted right now in the fucking bathroom, dog. And, you know what I'm saying, I'm just recording this shit cause I feel like I got so much fucking shit to say and like, you know what I'm saying, this is the only way that I'ma get it out

Yeah, can I get the little bit of reverb on my voice?
I'm trying to hide from something, I just don't know what
Oh, it's not sad baby, you know
(Between heaven and hell)
Yeah, um, I saw a mountain, you know across the horizon
When I got there realized it was just a pile of rocks
Yeah, so God damn

I wonder if everybody hope
That this song is not depressing as the last one was
Cause Heaven smell like Nag Champas
Come here darling, ash my blunt (Smoke)
Waiting on hallucination, ain't a single fact I trust (No)
Dear family, my sanity go down when my cash go up
Rap too much, how the fuck to get through the verse
I came from house parties
Find a bitch and go through her purse
All I need is a little good pussy and whole lot universe
I met God before I ever stepped into a church
And that motherfucker still owe me money
Ohhh I need a religion to follow
I swear to God that I got more problems
Than there is bitches in Carlow
Lord have Murciélago, yeah
And I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed
To look into my parents eyes when I'm scared to die
My eyes same color as a cherry pie
Woah, see I'm terrified
Crucifix heavy, who gon' carry mine?
Yeah, what's with all this talk about Hell and Satan
And sleep deprivation
If this is planet Earth, then my hell's a basement

Ascension
A brand new me
Yeah, yeah
Why you wanna do me like that, Miss Conception?
Between heaven and hell
What's between heaven and hell?
A brand new me
Oh it's a brand new me

Okay, if I could tell these kids one thing
Just make sure handle your business
A criminal leave no witness
And don't ever trust these bitches
What happened to your life when your house become a home
Where your children at? Where your children at?
You got two sons, all they do is fight
You up through the night like gimme-gimme-gimme that
Yeah, nice titties, got a pic, go and send me that
Sendak books, can you give her that?
Fuck rap, make a million off a shitty app
Yeah, smoke trees in the cab
Pittsburgh, show you where the city at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
My bitch batshit crazy and that shit fascinates me
Yeah, on my tongue where the tab is
And it burn like battery acid
I was in the backs of my classes
By the kids having asthma attacks
Cause he panicked every single time he sat on his glasses
Every Wonderland have a Alice
Yeah, but I'm a king God can I have a chalice
I'm demanding the truth, put your hands to the roof
Be a man, that's a challenge

Ascension
(Challenge, are you up for that challenge)
A brand new me
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, everybody got to have balance)
Why you wanna do me like that, Miss Conception?
Between heaven and hell (Salvation)
What's between heaven and hell?
(And the underworld, welcome to Heaven
But I gotta keep that bitch waiting)
A brand new me (Fascinating)
Oh it's a brand new me
(And that's fascinating, please be a little patient)

Ooh, I ain't a doctor, could you be a little patient?
Yeah, be a little patient
Everything will be okay then, if you be a little patient
One world, one nation, done waiting
Yeah, yeah, um
Now I'm still sipping moonshine
We discovered a new high, me and Jerm done this a few times
Yeah, but who's high now
(I can't believe I done changed my life around)
Talk a lot of shit but will you die now
(I been wanting to cry over this shit. Every day I think about fucking dying)
What you gonna do when everybody die out, just go die out
Let's ride out
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Jump lyrics - Mac Miller

Who's that on the other end of the phone
Didn't hear nothing when I said my hello
Oh well, to hell then we go
So high looking at heaven below
You know me though from coast to coast for smoking dope
Overdose with the holy ghost but hold the phones
I hold my own, was local grown
Been killing that shit since row the boat
Know I'm supposed to hold the throne, be honest
One more drank, I'mma be an alcoholic
I don't wanna think like better unconscious
Need fresh air that thing so toxic
I open coffin doors with a .38 when it's time for war
Told my mama you ain't need no drama
You ain't gotta cry no more

It'll be alright
My mind on the run I won't sleep tonight it's like
When it all goes up in flames who gon hold me down
And I'm the chosen one
Looking all around what has the world become
The only way to change it is to burn it to the ground
I've been getting paid
About four, five bitches in the Escalade, bet it rain
This money feel the same, I'm afraid that I'mma drown

You've never been better than me
From this prison I'm setting them free
Open eyes, I'mma let you see
This world is like our dreams
I'll throw it all away to celebrate one more holiday
I'm running to the edge
And when I get there best believe that I'mma jump
Jump, jump, to see if I can fly
I wonder if I jump
Do you think that I can fly

It's the life of an entertainer
I need that check go on get the waiter
Fuck a troll, this destruction mode
And these explosions don't need detonators
I met my maker in an elevator, he was headed to the top floor
We're quite similar, we just did our work and we were in it for a lot more
We were trying to change the world but we got bored
When I rip this show, got an encore
Back when we were still in school we didn't listen to the list of rules
Wrote a million words on the chalkboard
I don't need answers to the questions of intangibles
I told my homies the top so lonely but
We're not gonna die not now

You'll make it here, live free tonight till the day appear
Let's sit back right where we at and let this money pile
How do we get rich, if she acting crazy I don't need that bitch
Wish I knew back then all the things that I know now
Go on and on, know I had this shit all along
Take a breath, feel this moment hold it just so you can
Look where we at, look where we came from
When will we wake up, lost in translation

You've never been better than me
From this prison I'm setting them free
Open eyes, I'mma let you see
This world is like our dreams
I'll throw it all away to celebrate one more holiday
I'm running to the edge
And when I get there best believe that I'mma jump
Jump, jump, to see if I can fly
I wonder if I jump
Do you think that I can fly
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The Festival lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Little Dragon)

Yeah, yeah
Let me get a little bit more beat
Yeah

Ask god if she believe in me and will she accept me as a deity
And tell me the secrecy won't keep you free
I'm sleeping, won't dream until the demons leave
I took a nap, I need a tree in the shade
Feel the sharpness of the swords and blades of grass
Picturing the images that make you laugh
I left you out to die but will you take me back
Somewhere in between the crazy and the conscious
She's naked underneath them shadows, let the sunlight undress her slow
I don't know who I am, I'm so good at doing impressions though
I'm going to the festival, the festival need to let me go
I wake up, pop a couple Benadrylls, go back to sleep
So I made up, everything they said was real, it has to be
Cause actually the master fast asleep
And the castles back back in his private quarters
That's a master for you, this a revolution, we don't have no order
All this torture, thought I had to warn you
Leave it all behind and go to California
I'm past the signs, it's the real thing, try analyzing this feeling
You can't fathom

[Little Dragon:]
My hands are ahead the clouds
From the clap-clap thunder looking down
While you're running around
I lift you up when you drown
Unlock the mission, the planet in rotation
Full speed chasing and you're always running ahead
You're always running ahead
You got second chances, happy birthday, sweet romances
And you paddle like a duckling, why
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go to the festival
You got angels, we can see them dripping from the sky
You watch 'em with your third eye
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go to the festival
To the festival

Hola, Malcolm. Hey man, it's Lois man. I'm calling, man, to tell you about the album.
I listened, it's good. I need to tell you, man. I tell everyone to listen to the music and it sound like they like it, man.
It sound like it good. I tell my wife "I'm so proud of him." I tell my girlfriend "I'm so proud of him."
And the album is good. It's so good. I cannot believe it. No one can beat you
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mixtape: "Faces" (2014)



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Inside Outside lyrics - Mac Miller

Yeah, yeah
Shoulda died already
I shoulda died already, shit
I shoulda died already
Came in, I was high already
Everybody trippin' and my mind ain't steady
From my sin, shoulda been crucified already
Why the fuck you need me?
Don't you know how to fly already?
Try and tell you that it ain't real
Tell 'em, find that Yeti
Oh, motherfucker!
And it all go down right now
I never been so ready
All my homies philosophers
Yea, all my homies philosophers
Now I don't need nobody, I would love somebody though
Don't you ever get it fucked up
Everybody wanna be God
Beside God, he wanna be like us
We never sleep too much, beat that pussy up
She gonna need that trust
Never see me on the street too much but
On the inside, I'm outside, all the time
Tryna stay away from that electric shock
That electric shock, I'm outside

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Here We Go lyrics - Mac Miller

Be without fear in the face of your enemies
Be brave and upright that God may love thee
Speak the truth even if it leads to your death
Safeguard the helpless and do no wrong
This is your oath

Polo pajamas, I think I made it
I show my mom my first millions, she damn near fainted
The rich and famous, so nice to make your acquaintance
The legends put out the latest, I feel that it sound outdated
I'm the hardest working person in the universe
Temptation victim to the church of Lucifer
Internet rappers ain't shit when no computers work
You spent your whole advance on two chains and a Gucci verse
I'm the greatest, admit it, I'm the greatest
And now I hold a grudge against anybody who hated
I'm underrated, don't fit on nobody's playlist
If I ain't in your top 10 then you're a racist
Cocaine ether creates a strange creature
They wasn't hearing me 'till I fucked with a Brainfeeder
I'm still playing it out the same speakers
I did it all without a Drake feature!

[Hook:]
So many things that I've created
But this right here might be my favorite
They ask me how I feel, I say "amazing"
I feel amazing
So many things that I've created
But this right here might be my favorite

Brand new home, I think I made it
Key to the city, I keep to open the gates with
A briefcase with a million under the pavement
That's just on some rainy day shit, yeah
The kids getting murdered that I grew up with
They shooting up doing drugs or they doing nothing
My girl's parents still living out in the hood
I come through in that new Beamer like the shit all good
Damn, I'm just a human let me make mistakes
Shit has changed ain't little Malcolm with a baby face
Even my homies tell me take a break
They know it ain't their place, and this a day I hate to waste
Trying to be a legend by tomorrow
They say I can't, I'm determined to prove em' wrong though
I'm not perfect but they ain't either
I did it all without a Jay feature!

[Hook]
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Friends lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Schoolboy Q)

[Intro: Mac Miller]
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
(Mr. Davis)
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
Okay
Yea, Okay, okay
Okay, O-kay-kay-kay-kay
Okay, okay, um

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Snowflakes keep falling on my expired debit cards
Don't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra car
My pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marks
And everyday is full of jokers like a deck of cards
So, I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome-piece
But, I'm not the devil, I'm a motherfucking Minotaur
Oh my God, look at how upset you are
Cause we out here winning, brought my dogs from out the reservoir
And I'mma let 'em bark, before you ready, my set will start
We forgot our roots before and trust me, things they fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
My conscious so weak I need to split it up in 7 parts
Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time
Went to Amare's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart
But Kevin don't remember that
I saw him at the V-M-A's, told a joke - he never laughed
The rap diablo, free your mind my motto
And we all gonna be good if TreeJ ever hit the lotto
So arigato
So, shit you know I'm world famous
And R. Kelly been told me I'm the world's greatest
But still to fall in love is like an orgasm
Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake it
I'm always faded, getting shaded in the basement
I just bought a cello, now all I do is play it
Thank God that I made it
Ask Q where Dave is
He'll probably tell you that he's rolling midnights out in Vegas
When I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacent
Wear a suit to cash a check, we're going to the banquet
And Jimmy got the burner, but he don't wanna murder
And clockwork somewhere out in Sweden speaking Danish like
(Husband, isn't this your language?)
That man must be a alien
I really can't explain it, shit
It's just a little cocaine sniff
But the lines is longer than parades is
I think it's time to give me all your praises
So I can get this money and give all the homies raises
My life is on these words, this is my affidavit
And if you wanna legal battle - send your ass to David (that's my lawyer)
I'm half man-half amazing
Probably half God, but that don't fit my calculations
I know the planet Earth is about to explode
Kinda hope that no one save it
We only grow from anguish

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
Yea, Miller Mac
(Miller Mac)
Miller Mac, Mac Miller
(Miller Mac)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
There's snowflakes falling on my debit card
Swear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever are
In this Game of Thrones, it is known
I got the 4G, L-T-E connection boards
No Control, fuck Ken Lamar (Fuck you Kendrick!)
I don't vote, I never registered
But I'm a magnet for them zeros call me Edward Sharpe
I wake up feeling dead, I need a fresher start
So me and Q put people on the label we don't remember
Smiled as I saw Jerm, nerding out with Josh Berg
Talking in [?], and drinking Arnold Palmer
Any other room, watching C-Span with E. Dan
Land out the baseline, doing drums with his freehand
When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican
My mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrows
I walked in, ready for them Sprewell braids
But the lady said my hair was too short though, man
I always thought my moms was the illest for that shit
Driving through the hood she did not have a reaction
With a 6 year old she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like fuck those cops
God damn, it just don't stop
I know my father probably wish I would just smoke pot
My grandma probably slap me for the drugs I got
I'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love rocks

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Yea, I've had the same outfit for 6 days straight
And Still all these bitches will get in position because I got their pussies all dripping in pain
Somehow, I'm making this music it's just to relate to
And I got the life-raft, ain't gonna save you
Look at my reflection, I broke the mirror
It's only for protection, shit keep getting weirder
Now I can't see a thing but, things never been clearer
Call the Mothman its Richard Gere (It's Richard Mother Fuckin' Gere!)
This is our year
Let's get fucked up and get the fuck up outta here
I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere
And looking down like
We come in peace
I told Will and Bill they need to kick the habit
We on the same trip, we just got different baggage
Parks spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
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Angel Dust lyrics - Mac Miller

Yeah, yeah
Umm... uh...
Ladies and gentleman
Yeah, whew, that drip
Yeah, okay

Writing on writer's block, haven't slept in days
They wanna put me in the psycho watch
Everyone's afraid of what I do inside my studio
Worried I'mma lose control
They ruffling my feathers and they shuffling the Yu-Gi-Oh
Execution flow, at your neck like new cologne
Uno, dos, bitch I'm in your head like Freddy Krueger though
(My brain fried, always chasing the same high
I'm so fucked up to function, do nothing but waste time)
Woke up annihilated, lying on the pavement
Covered in items I regurgitated under a fire escape
And I know that it's Friday, cause every Friday they have a parade
In-front of city hall, hear them celebrate, they having a ball
My pupils dilated, highly dehydrated
I'm lost inside a giant matrix
Isolate myself from eyes I find contagious
Jump above the come down
I'm strung out and not in ops inside the dugout

[Hook:]
Don't be scared just come with me
It feels so good to be this free
What are you afraid of? Tell me what you're made of!
What are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dust!
Just a little Angel dust!
It's just a little angel dust!

I'm playing hot potato on a Winnebago
The chips are stale, they taste okay though when they dipped in queso
And what's an angel with a missing halo
She will drop out of school to take a trip to day glow
Found a twenty laying by the sewer rats
You know little Stewart hasn't been in any movies lately
He's spent his paychecks on cocaine and latex
His agent working hard to book him a commercial
What I do should not concern you
Do this till I turn blue
Not Eric Sermon, I'm more Merlin
Curses, turn 'em into bird food
Hurried to make the first move
I'm walking like Herschel
Now we at the end of verse two
Uh!

[Hook]

Don't fuck with the angel dust
Don't fuck with the angel dust
Please don't fuck with the angel dust
Oh! Please don't fuck with the angel dust!
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Malibu lyrics - Mac Miller

That good times can be a trap
Oh yea?
Oh hell naw
Check myself intro rehab
Yeah, um... I might die before I detox
You piece of shit
Now that's a bar
I'm gonna save that one for a little bit
Now let me come with something else, you feel me?

This Air Jordon on my flip-flops
And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop
I might die before I detox
This ain't high-school, no little Asian I can cheat off
We keep chiefing while police watch
Loss in vibration sirens blowing up the weed spot
And Heisman hopefuls all growing up to be cops
Chasing after gangsters but they never find the G spot
I'm reporting like I die tomorrow
At the rate I'm getting high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow
But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow
As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow
She'll be smiling by tomorrow
Everything will be so fine tomorrow
Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow
Come say hi tomorrow

Hello
And I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit
And I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit
Here I am
Oh... I know you see me
Here I am
Yeah... and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit but here I am!

I'm the only suicidal motherfucker with a smile on
Let's hold hands and sing the bible, that's a violent song
The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along
Everybody, grab a fucking number, this a dieathon
Oh I'm the bomb, literally back away, I'm the bomb
Let me get my line on
85 grand get you a heavy ass wrist
They ain't killin' they just yellin', that's it
A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff
On the phone probably yellin' out rich
Say, double the money, please, double the money
Triple the problems, double the money
They was all laughing, wasn't that funny
I started fucking with drugs and now I'm a junky
The U-S of A, I fuck with my country
But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie
I'm thinking till my brain pops
Spitting as a cake walk
I'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day job
Wiz getting faded, come and kick it at a bake shop
Everything is A-1, steak sauce

Thank God
God Damn it
Thank God
Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
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What Do You Do lyrics - Mac Miller (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

[Intro:]
This tambourine
Shake her

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Man, I think I'm Eric Andre
Man, I think I'm Louis C-K
Man, I think so therefore I am
Man, It's 8 A.M
Man, My mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes
My brother one of the only ones I can confide in
It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in
I toot my horn, I blow my bugle
I recycle, I say "free beluga whales" on YouTube
What do you do?

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Okay, the pussy like trouble cause I'm in it often
A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin
But down the slope in my toboggan
Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin
Now it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boring
Still at it
The drug absorbent, endorphin addict
The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet
I know a bitch will let you fuck her for coachella passes

[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
Oh so pompous the ambiance
You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian
I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on
If she got that stank puss then I won't be long

[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
Never lose your mind because insanity is brutal
Life's just like college, all you have's your noodle
Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man
Me and Mikey go back like bron bron's headbands
White American, hotter from the aryan

[Verse 5: Sir Michael Rocks]
New Tibetan, [?] he hated when you stare at him
Jumping in (the jacuzzi on) say I fuck with you the long way
I love you more than Kanye love Kanye

[Verse 6: Mac Miller]
Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers
I'm in the suburbs doing drive-by's on Razor scooters
It's my first try, so I got a 3rd eye
It's work time, sell the coke to the students out in Irvine

[Verse 7: Sir Michael Rocks]
Coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai
Why we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise?
It's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of light
It's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights

[Verse 8: Mac Miller]
I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord
We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4
Get high, fucking with the Tech Deck
Call in local middle schools and send in some death threats

[Bridge: Sir Michael Rocks]
Hey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart
I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished

[Verse 9: Mac Miller]
I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black
I'm getting lit with Dash, she don't see us in the back
No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash
Oh yea

[Outro: Mac Miller & Sir Michael Rocks]
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top
Let me off at the top, we can keep riding for now
Let me off at the top, the road keeps winding around
Let me off at the top, oh I'm high as the clouds
Let me off at the top, hey motherfucker shut your fuckin' mouth
Yaaa
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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
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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?"
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