[intro:]
This tambourine
Shake her
[Verse 1:Sir Michael Rocks]
Man, I think Im Eric Andre
Man, I think Im Louis C-K
Man, I think so therefore I am
Man, Its 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 aint 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 p***y like trouble cause Im 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 its 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 b***h will let you f**k 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 wont be long
[Verse 4:Mac Miller]
Never lose your mind because insanity is brutal
Lifes just like college, all you haves your noodle
Mirror mirror on the wall, Im staring at a dead man
Me and Mikey go back like bron brons headbands
White American, hotter from the aryan
[Verse 5:Sir Michael Rocks]
New Tibetan Mastiff, he hate it when you stare at him
Jumping in (the jacuzzi on) say I f**k with you the long way
I love you more than Kanye love Kanye
[Verse 6:Mac Miller]
Slave to the W, I dont hang with losers
Im in the suburbs doing drive-bys on Razor scooters
Its my first try, so I got a 3rd eye
Its 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?
Its like we aint scared of death but we scared of light
Its like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights
[Verse 8 :Mac Miller]
Im in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord
We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4
Get high, f*****g 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 everybodys finished
[Verse 9:Mac Miller]
I love my powder white, prefer my b*****s black
Im getting lit with Dash, she dont see us in the back
No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash
Oh yea
[Outro:Mac Miller錛哠ir 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 Im high as the clouds
Let me off at the top, hey m**********are shut your fu***n mouth
Yaaa
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