MAC MILLER feat. Talib Kweli – Family First

[Verse 1 - Mac Miller]
Dealing with everybody’s opinion
Trying to do me
Only down one, I’m in the final
Shooting threes
Like I don’t give a fuck
Music we fuck, switch the position up
We love the things that keep on
Bringing out the kids in us
Been working all my life to do some different stuff
and people have the nerve to say I’m young and haven’t lived enough
I’m on the road, my girl so sad I’m gone
It’s hard when I can’t even find the time to call my mom
When she thinks I’m going Hollywood
I guess she probably should
It seems like people see the bad and don’t acknowledge good
I feel the shade but I can see the sun, it’s cool
I got the time to feel the need to run, a fool
Is what I’ve become, young and I’m dumb
Been spending cake to get some bump in the trunk
Drums with a pump like some Reeboks
See me from the treetops
They worry but they need not
Heating like a teapot
Now I think I’m cool cause I got a pair of shoes
A more dough, a jacket with a Polo logo
My cup always filled with Henny
So no Four Loco
They should know, so..
I could go slow, you see that I’m smooth now
Used to ignore me
They study what I do now
With some help from Kweli
And it’s Like on the they
Its cool to say my cypher complete

[Verse 2 - Talib Kweli]
Word. I’m so sick with the verbs I use
The words to heal us
They love how I kill it on stage, man
Murder theaters
No wonder they call it a book asleep in the coffin
Dead tired
Exhausted from how often I be touring
So gangsta, Like the occupation of Made Men
Creating chaos, my operation is Mayhem
The movie never stopped the frame changeover
We add a Mac to the wolfpack: hangover
That Hen is not a friend
I’m on that Lager ?
Whatever substance, I abuse it like a grown man
I’m not a kid no more
Don’t want to hold your hand that four loco
make you shoulder lean like a dro fan,
Go ham, like Abraham reading all the signs
Oh yeah, and don’t forget to call your moms
Same thing I told Bow Wow last year
Take care of the fam
Cause it’s all we really have here..

MAC MILLER feat. Cam’Ron – Dig That

Another 7 AM session with Mac, high as a mutherfucker man
Edward EG just walked in, waddup baller!
Mac Miller in the building! Lemme tell you this lil story
Though real quick, about this ho
Excuse me ma, about this chick
This how it went down tho:

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Baby says she sick of me, sick of me, you kidding me?
Fuck the fuckery, you comfort me, you diggin me?
Not Scooby Doo, boo-boo, no mystery
Not school, but I tell you the history
Wanted me to wife her, I just want to pipe her
Only gave her cab fare, I wouldn’t white-Nik’d her
Baby won’t quit tho, she a fighter
I’m like “God damn, it was just a one-nighter”
Don’t know what I said to her
But now, the girl I’m deadin her
Caught the vapors, Schwarzenegger never seen this Predator
Venus a competitor, my cream and my cheddar-ar
See more tennis than Venus, Serena and Federer
Sergio Tacchinni Lamborghini, man etc
If life feels like a movie, I’ll truly be your editor
Cam did it, your man live it, I ran with it
2 thousand dollar sweater

[Hook: Mac Miller]
I tell ‘em oh yeah, muthafucker, oh yeah
I’m getting money with my homies, yeah you know I’m gon share
Might get hard, I don’t care, I ain’t goin nowhere, I ain’t scared
I got my peoples and they iller than yours is
So can you dig that? (dig that dig that)
Can you dig that? (dig that dig that)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I must admit it, I’m just iller than most
This business, I get up in it, like I’m pimpin’ these hoes
All these that you people love, go ‘head give em a toast
Because if they ain’t here tomorrow you gon miss em the most
Now I’m livin’ pretty good, yeah some would say phenomenal
All about my net like it’s a goalie in a soccer goal
Accomplished the impossible, my dreams they seemed illogical
They ain’t about that essay paper, I’mma tell ‘em adios
Pass the phone bastards muthafucker, shouts to Vado too
Shmutty hoes been told me that they love me, that ain’t nothin’ new
Yeah that’s nice you know my Twitter, no I ain’t gone follow you
You prostitute, dirty bitch, I’ll throw you down the laundry shoot
Like bada bing, bada boom, diamond rings, designer shoes
Finer things I like to do, London, France, and China too
Got a crib that got a view, above my yard that got a pool
Prolly tryna find me shit, too bad, I tell em:

[Hook]

MAC MILLER – Desperado

Uh, Chya, Uh, Uh
Dedicated too, this dedicated too
Fuck it

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Uh, I got a pocket full of posies
Some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin’ like he know me
I’m psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome piece
Get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so weak
I stood before an Angel as he told me bout the glory
Put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be lonely
I only get money, these labels tryna clone me
Uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete
So, I try to keep em’ in my head
It’s sad to see when everything that you believe is dead
Word to heavy D, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
Life is good sometimes, but it just doesn’t last
A bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin’ bag
Rock n’ Roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
Sucker ass motherfucker, motherfuckers venom and
Doper than the shit that put Chris Tucker in Dead Presidents
Desert rhymes, homie, ridin’ beats, I’m on a camel
I’m way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals
Haha, you want a war, I got a lot of ammo
You ain’t a soldier cause you rockin’ cammo
Young Rambo, hundred million fans though
And I do it big, you a iPod Nano
Fire on wax, look like I rock candles
Yeah you got a show, but you ain’t on my channel

That’s HBO bitch, you gotta pay for that
Hahaha, your channels free

I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you

Um, Imax’n shit motherfucker
Yeah, suck my dick

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Hey, ayo, I’m bout to start gambilin’ with Ambien
I’m dutch smokin’, that’s a strike
But fuck bowlin’, I could tear a pin of Maryland
See, I’m American, apparently it’s damagin’
To be in front of cameras in your underwear with Marilyn
Monroe, look at dumb hoes who want too much dough
And come close to having you straight trippin’ when you jump rope

Don’t rock the love boat, this business fuckin’ cut throat
And it’s gonna crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
Rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
These rappers who be hatin’ probably need to get a job
See me, I’m with my squad, gettin’ money living comfortable
I know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
Fuck a toast, y’all is fuckin’ broke, cut ya throat
Judgin’ me is nothin’ dope, boy you lyin’ under oath
God made the world, why did man make the scriptures?
And if he created Lennon, why’d he go and make a Hitler?
I could take a photo, but I’d rather paint a picture
Of the one Lawrence Fishburne, we’ll shoot up all you hipsters
I’m from Pittsburgh, that’s black and gold
If my skin gets filled up, I’m a tat my soul
Runnin’ out of paper, writin’ on my hand
Hundred thousand haters writin’ bout my jams
Want a number one independent album? I’m your man
I’m a hit Preme and leave you all right where you stand

MAC MILLER feat. Diggy – Definition Of Cool

[Hook x2]
The definition of cool, thats me yo
Ask ya girl about me, bet she know
I’m the future, you a fake bitch, cleo
All my bitches bad like it’s Shaq shooting free throws

[Mac Miller - Verse 1]
Hey ayo, my first name Mac, my last name Miller
On beats I’m a monster, I’m iller than Godzilla
Yeah my skin Vanilla, I’m hotter than Chinchillas
Hittin’ Vegas for the night and cop a villa
Get my lyrics from ill and my soul from J Dilla
Chillin’ with the sour cause some smoke will kill ya
I’m just me, tryna cover all these magazines
And bitches try to give me treats like its Halloween
Lil’ old school flavour when its Jerm on the drums
Dodge the bullet points like it’s words from a gun
Spittin’ flames so they burn in my tongue
Bitches wanna fuck but they heard that I’m young
And they still do, I’mma stick around call me Mildew
Go and stay in Bel Air like uncle Phil do
Get rich go and buy me a mansion
Get my parents a nice crib up in the Hampton’s

[Hook]

[Diggy - Verse 2]
Shots at a general, roll like an inner tube
Drinking on tigers blood, that’s what winners do
It seems as if you’d like to hang from my genitals
Whoa, pause, oh, gosh
It is I, the D to the I
With the two G’s like it’s Gucci attire
Why, don’t ask why, you’re so inquisitive
And these shoes I’m wearing are only limited
My bad, was that a bit much, a tad
Didn’t mean to brag, that was low class
Pardon my rudeness that was so crass
And I’m always making moves, cause I never procras-tinate
The number one spot is up for grabs — too late
What was that question you asked
What’s the definition of CO-OL
If you haven’t gotten it by now, oh well

[Hook]

[Mac Miller]
You ain’t cooler than me, go get a job bitch
You ain’t cooler than me, go get a job bitch
You ain’t cooler than me, empty pockets
You ain’t cooler than, you ain’t, you ain’t cooler than me
Little asshole got you so mad
Make ‘em say ughhhhh

MAC MILLER feat. Curren$y – Cold

[Hook]
Who the coldest motherfucker in the room?
Coldest motherfucker in the room?
Who the coldest motherfucker in the room?
Coldest motherfucker in the room?
Who the coldest motherfucker that you know?
Who the coldest motherfucker that you know?
Bring him ’round here he’s gettin’ froze
(He’s gettin’ froze, he’s gettin’ froze)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Roll it up, let’s smoke
And tell me why your bitch look like Glenn Close
I’m on my own two, that’s ten toes
First a rule of sly, somebody says go
Why you bent low when your Jordans’ retro
Girls playin’ games for the bills, they Drew Bledsoe
There’s a lot that you can buy, but I’ll never own
And a lot of information that I’ll never know
Learn ’til they get concerned for my sanity
Your life is filled with vanity, needs a little clarity
This the truth, this a taste, can you handle it?
A million dollars couldn’t cover up the damages
Naked girl at the crib makin’ sandwiches
And when we makin’ love I got a candle lit
Some romantic shit to put her in the mood
The world woke me up, now I’m lookin’ at the snooze

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Life, look at my hands I’m the lord of the rings
Musical cocaine brought me all of these Carrera keys
Soft top goin’ hard on the block freeze that talk
And that plot about walkin’ up on me
No security just my homies, the well dressed army
Presidential arm piece, my credentials I’m a G
All access jets wherever you won’t be
Snatch that ‘vette for my mans the day of his prison release
Shoe was on the other foot I know he would’ve done the same thing for me
But we’ll let that be
Park it in the spot right next to my b with the chrome wings
I was sent here to own things
Both sides of the court, colder than the airport
Therefore I’m the one that holds hair for, yeah what

[Hook]

MAC MILLER – Clarity

Clarity…
Clarity…
Clarity…

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Figure all this out, I ain’t gona take a charity
Marry me, wish everyone could shake and play the tambourine
Perfect, I know I love you I ain’t tryna let those words slip
Pure bliss, I know that we will stay together, we in cursive
Infatuation, when every single move you make is fascinatin’
Gravitatin’ towards anything that gives a sense of happiness
Activist, love activeness
Sendin’ my love for girls who got some cuts at their wrists
Hope you find what you lookin’ for, I hope you find what you lookin’ for

[Hook:]
You take away the pain and I thank you for that
If I ever get the chance, bet I’m paying you back
I’m a be waitin’ for that [x2]

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Misery, you represent love, you the epitome
So wish for me, I’ll come out of nowhere, your epiphany
Disconnect, from everybody who don’t understand my vision yet
In a jet, is where my mind is so I light another cigarette
To calm me down, so calm me down
Everybody who can save me now is not around, choppa down
Busy today, but can you tell me how tomorrow sounds?
In between, purgatory ain’t as bad as it would seem to be
Live a dream, that’s so cliche but I can’t tell you what it means to me

[Hook]

MAC MILLER – Barz For Dayz

Lick it, Split it, Twist it, Hit it, Splif it, Pitch it, Roll Anotha. [x4]

Haha, Yo you see they probably wonder why I don’t smile
Cuz this cats need to get there own style
Hold the phone dial
I go miles, when I’m sprinting on the beat
You get lifted of yo feet
When yo spliffin up my trees
Quit givin me a speech
I really tryna hear this
See with these lyrics
I’m tryna run fearless
We playing games in this jungle, Jumanji
With bomb tree, hidden under all my dirty laundry
Call me an arm free fucking around
I’m putting words in your mind
So you in love with the sound
They saving my place
Tryna shove this food in my face
So they force it down my throat
Til I’m use to the taste
Now move to your place
Cuz I’m campin out on top
Fresh kicks on my feet
While you sititn in some socks
Cops tryna get me lock
Catch me fucking with shenanigans
But ill just handle them and throw them in the ambulance
They want to know what my hands is in
Scare me straight
Get back bitch I ain’t tryna share my plate
Whats good fam, I love money, I will marry cake.
Get a rich bitch like Ashley and Mary Kate.
And I ain’t talking about one of them
I’m getting both
I grab them and get a lo
And then take their money and their coats
I blow trees, so my mouth is always filled with smoke
You sniffin coke
Singing but you haven’t hit a note

Plus that shit you wrote isn’t set to carry a crowd
I’m legendary anywhere that I’m out
I’m sharing this pound
With my people like a how high sequel
Told my people need to air out the house
So beware of my mouth
Spittin venom, coming out the cerebellum
With these kicks on my feet,
See I told you I was gellin
You playin felon
You in stealin a penny
I put a hole in your belly like you oprah or jenny

Lick it, Split it, Twist it, Hit it, Splif it, Pitch it, Roll Anotha. [x4]

I sport a long white tee, fitted cap, baggy pants.
If you see me be sure to slap my hand
Some people do it for the love
Some peiple do it cuz they can
But me, I’m tryna be legend like Bag a Vance
Some rap will make you think
While other shit will make you dance
So I bump what ever is in the system
Tryin to make some plans
I just want to see whats good for the night time
IF nothings hype, I’ma head up to crib and write rhymes
Age like white wine, nicer by the second,
Thats why I never put punctuation on a sentence
Cuz the song goes on, here a dope song
If they say I wasn’t for real, then you was told wrong
See you ain’t on, what we on
You bright, I’m neon
I’m smoking up the weed till the tree gone
Yeaahh
My life is up and down like a sew saw
So I stay with a Bitch like Leon…Phelps

MAC MILLER – Angels (When She Shuts Her Eyes)

Uh, I fuck around with amnesia
Towards the over side of my leader
One day I’m a get it all cleaned up
Right now I’m a dirty my jeans up
This what I do, start the day
Picturing back all the pain
All that shit that sort of say
Had a vision, lost it’s way
This planet different that we live it, yea, I bet it is
Product of the new world, you stuck in genesis
And I’m just tryna rep my city right like Bettis did
I got a crazy girl that’s filled with all these fetishes

And she can get me high, when I’m feeling low
Fill my cup with purple, baby drink it slow
And I can take you anywhere you wanna go
[x2:] Don’t be afraid

I told her please don’t take this back from me
This feeling come so naturally
Exactly what I wanna do, I’m acting so erratically
You get me high, owe me that, this is real but don’t be scared
It’s only fair, I warned you that love a drug that can kill you
Got your open heart, I’d have it never
Grown poor to last forever
Hopin’ you’ll remember what I tell you lookin’ in your eyes
Don’t be afraid of what can get you high
Just hold me tight and watch the seconds fly
I wonder where will I meet her
The perfect girl that I dream of
For now don’t need no huge tits, I’m a cool with just a good B cup
Uh, you’re now free to ball, build it up then keep it all
She don’t need a car, if love demanded now we could roll
And we drive there, save everything that we not said
I’m telling you that you hard to trust
You say you’re not, got a hard head
This forever, don’t you ever think to let me go
And if I’m talkin’ to the world I need to let ‘em know

And she can get me high, when I’m feeling low
Fill my cup with purple, baby drink it slow
And I can take you anywhere you wanna go
[x2:] Don’t be afraid

I told her please don’t take this back from me
This feeling come so naturally
Exactly what I wanna do, I’m acting so erratically
You get me high, owe me that, this is real but don’t be scared
It’s only fair, I warned you that love a drug that can kill you
Got your open heart, I’d have it never
Grow apart or last forever
Hopin’ you’ll remember what I tell you lookin’ in your eyes
Don’t be afraid of what can get you high
Just hold me tight and watch the seconds fly

MAC MILLER feat. Casey Veggies & Joey Bada$$ – America

In a room filled with holographic images
Path is limitless, death that’s ridiculous
I’m a live forever cause a legend never die
See the world is simple, but complex in the design
I spent some time just thinkin’
Where did that get me?
High, more drinkin’
Now my head empty
So can it last a couple minutes more?
Pain a funny thing when you can’t figure out the source
Bear witness while I’m checking bitches off my hit list
Try and understand the fuckin’ message I encrypted
Ancient, halucinatin’ visions of utopia
Until I figure out the perfect world the lonely one
Never hold my tongue, vocal is a loaded gun
And I’m a shoot somebody in the face if they’re too slow to run
Mac Miller I’m the only one
But I’m the coldest one, this is pandemonium

Got my middle finger up with a cup
And a dutch split, hands on my nuts
While I’m wildin’ out in public
Welcome to America
Motherfucker, welcome to America [x2]

Still in a room filled with holographic images
Crushing information into powder then I’m sniffin’ it
Directly to my head, never sleep or use my bed
I learn that the future death of you adjusting to the fed
Might head to Budapest just to get a Gucci vest
Hop into a jag, get some rest to the things of stress
G this is what I do the best
Nothing that you got except the bullet gettin’ through my chest
Save hard, a brave heart, a warrior
I take caution, stay far from coroners
I heard some corny words said about my music though
Talkin’ all that shit sound exactly like a groupie hoe
Most dope, got you hooked, yellow roofie oh
First you lose you mind then you lose your soul
So what you talkin’ about? Given you’re out of options
American border, pipper but formal, above and beyond, Medal of Honor

Got my middle finger up with a cup
And a dutch split, hands on my nuts
While I’m wildin’ out in public
Welcome to America
Motherfucker, welcome to America [x2]

Yo chick live in Pittsburgh? bet I steal her,
Said I’m on my way to Mac Miller
Comin’ up in a world full of killers
I’ll be shaded up at the villa,
With a girl that know that know what the deal is,
Yeah they know I came from the illest
City on a map, we don’t know that
Release young rap, go getters of America
Bad chick get tossed around like the merry go
CV and Mac meezy takin’ off them PJ’s
We the future so every night is a new day
Sittin’ in the studio, chain on my hat low
Young visionaries and we sellin’ out the rap show
I can trigger the wave in my sleep
Name paved, I feel like I am engraved on the beat
Wake up shower, get paid and repeat
Spit one flow and got made on the streets
Welcome to the land where you never stay for free
Swag worth a mill, drive cass but the deal badges

Got my middle finger up with a cup
And a dutch put his hands on my nuts
While I’m wildin’ out in public
Welcome to America
Motherfucker, welcome to America [x2]

Now to drop hot shit, running out of patience nigga snot sick
Rolling up the dankest loud plane going mach 6
Rise to the top and top a change the glocks in the stock
Exchange that watch the price of the life on the block
Drop insane, you can’t stop this rain
Dope name drop in vane
In hells sides a lake from tropic strange towards aqua strange
Last week you was nothing boxers stain
Everybody love him and chicks offered top for fame
So the top I aim, testin’ waters so up in the flow
No deal but flow so real keepin’ in the scopes
Sun got shine, now he said he said but he never did but no
Still facing L’s you would he the niggas wins was low
What you think I’m in this for? Won’t stop till the nigga who invented dope
In the flow we’ll be off by dropping prison soap
Begging for forgiveness but the spinnin’s though
I’m record spittin’ in these flows
Got it up as this snotty up in the stow

MAC MILLER – Love Lost

[Chorus]
Where’d you go, and what’d you do
How the hell you make me fall in love with you
And then you leave, and now you’re gone
All I got is this damn song
So I can feel but I cant touch
You said my love was a bit too much
Broke my heart cant find no crush
So why don’t you just come on back home?

[Verse 1]
Hey, I’m a fucking workaholic, with a passion in my heart
Treating rappin’ as an art in which you’d have to be a part of
I just copped a new car to hear it start up
Try to do the right thing then please karma
All I want to know is where the fuck did you have to go
I been waiting on you baby, why don’t you leave and come on home
I cant be mad I’m living my dream
(going all around the globe)
Although you said you think you love me
(you need to let me know)
So I been fucking all these hoes
And I been blowing all this cash
‘Cause baby this just the beginning
And I’ma make all of it back

[Chorus]
Where’d you go, and what’d you do
How the hell you make me fall in love with you
And then you leave, and now you’re gone
All I got is this damn song
So I can feel but I cant touch
You said my love was a bit too much
Broke my heart cant find no crush
So why don’t you just come on back home?

[Verse 2]
Hey, its all good everybody tryna eat tonight
Tryna go to sleep having good dreams tonight
So go home, it might get better
All I know it don’t last forever
So take it while you got it tryna get a little more
They say I’m getting better than I ever been before
Well that’s for sure, tell ‘em what I do
Rap keep me fed like a school getting soup
I been out here on the road and now they missin’ me at home
All these ex girls that I used to know are hittin up my phone
But I ain’t here, I guess you can call back
Sex drugs and rock and roll I think ill take all that

[Chorus]
Where’d you go, and what’d you do
How the hell you make me fall in love with you
And then you leave, and now you’re gone
All I got is this damn song
So I can feel but I cant touch
You said my love was a bit too much
Broke my heart cant find no crush
So why don’t you just come on back home?

MAC MILLER – 1 Threw 8

[x4:] What are you afraid of? (What are you afraid of?)
1 2 1 2 uh
Tell me your fears
Sometimes I see the uh

Sometimes I see the world for how fucked up it really is
I tell myself I’ll be the one to make a change in it
I could die tonight not make it to the sunrise
Then I couldn’t heal the pain in it
I’m gettin’ high to forget about the lows though
Get a pay check, spend it all on polo
Designer brands cover up my insecurities
Personally I ain’t nothing but an average Joe though
Now I’m dressin’ so expensive, for no reason
Cold world we livin’ in, it’s below freezing
I got a family, can’t afford to cope
So I leave a little paper there before I go
Spend a thousand on a hotel, they poor and broke
Made me wonder who I’m prayin’ to before the show
This a letter to whoever, I’m just tryna set you free
Remember love, if you can’t, remember me

Dear people on earth after I die
What’s the weather like?
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
And I ain’t perfect but I try
Hey, I wonder if I’ll maybe get a second life
This time I’m a get it right

It’s either God or the devil with these drugs I’m on
I don’t know if we were meant to see it all like this
Still, playing scenes so my money long
Money addict, it’s a habit that palms gon itch
I wish we could just all get rich
Sometimes not having money is all I miss
And yet these hoes that roll up on my dick
The all American girl, that’s just a blond head bitch
Am I supposed to have some thoughts like this?
Could we figure out what God might’ve miss?
It’s funny that these questions never get an answer
Life a bitch sometimes you got to reprimand ‘er
Never understand ‘er, why should I even try?
Live forever then you never feel the need to die
This a letter, open it to set you free
Remember love and remember me

Dear people on earth after I die
What’s the weather like?
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
And I ain’t perfect but I try
Hey, I wonder if I’ll maybe get a second life
This time I’m a get it right

What does it mean to be a sensation?
Do you have to be sensational?
And how you know you made it?
When you’re with Killa Cam, watching Paid in Full
I never had good grades in school but
Shock the world is what I came to do
I got a song I wanna play for you
So can you sing that back to me?

I said what does it mean to be a sensation?
Do you have to be sensational?
How you know you made it?
When you’re with Killa Cam, watching Paid in Full
I never had good grades in school but
Shock the world is what I came to do
I got a song I wanna play for you
So can you sing that back to me?

MAC MILLER feat. Sir Michael Rocks – Aliens Fighting Robots

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Y’all is dead weight, less great, always gettin’ second place
I tend to race ahead of pace, dippin’ while I’m dressed in Bape
Then they chase, catch me if you can, I ain’t DiCaprio
This lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of Adderall
Capicola sandwich’s are tasty from Primanti’s
I’m a 5’7 giant, Brandon Jacobs, Eli Manning
Girls want makeup, get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning
So my girl and I be up like we some college students cramming
For a test that we ain’t study for, wonder will she love me more
With money, cause if not, I’m not sure what all this money for
Feelin’ like a hundred wars are goin’ on currently
Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency
Poison, take this mercury, I’ll teach you for a learner’s fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak
Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Actin’ like you fuckin’ with me, that’s some shit I can’t excuse
Focus is on manual, control the panoramic view, universe
You got a chance, don’t blow it like how a tuba works
I plan to do, somethin’ that ain’t tangible
Now I’m bout to hand it to
The homie Michael Rock, hear what he sayin’ to you

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Take a trip, took a molly out a bank a populari
And the word around the city is he sittin in a Ferrari
I told my self I wouldn’t get it, I’m sorry
That’s my bad, I party till my cardies get foggy
Can’t keep her hands off of me, got her locked, and lost the key
We smoke, make it hard to see, we go harder then Carter one
Excuse me baby pardon me, can you fuck me like the honeymoon?
Not saying its coming soon, but I want the real show
Give me the treatment that you getting all them heels for
The shit they payin all the bills for
Man I missed it, that cake taste delicious
They can’t wait for vacations, paid for by pictures
I’m feeling good, I’m pulling bills I’m real as hell
I don’t front I roll blunts and papers
Don’t fuck with fakers
Your girl is asking me if I’mma take her
I’m straight though
You see I’m booked up til April
That’s mine, thats me, I take those
You try to see some peso’s than shake though
You get exactly what you paid for, stop acting like you can’t go
Swagging til the ankles
I feel you baby
Hopefully I look familiar, lately

Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love
But you’ll never ever get it because
It seem like it’ll only happen when I’m holding the drugs
You can never ever see it because

[Mac Miller]
Life a cliche, it ain’t a bad one
First the plane land and then the bags come
We walking on this planet seeking action
Breaking girls hearts, sorry Miss Jackson

Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love
But you’ll never ever get it because
Seem like it’ll only happen when I’m holding the drugs
You can never ever see it

And it won’t stop til the aliens fight the robots
And all the ladies take their clothes off
I’m here with Mikey and we gonna Rock
This some shit you won’t top
I said it won’t stop til the aliens fight the robots
And all the ladies take their clothes off
I’m here with Mikey and we gonna Rock
This some shit you won’t top

I’m so high what you think about that babe
On some other shit, tell ‘em baby act crazy
Fifteen thousand, blow it on clothes
Six in the morning still sitting here throwed
I’m buggin’ out, buggin’ out, I wonder if they know
Pull up to the house, and I wonder if she know