Released: April 20, 2011

Songwriter: Khrysis Mac Miller

Producer: Khrysis

[Chorus]
They think that I'ma lose my mind out here
Ask me where I think I'll be this time next year
But I don't care, I'm livin' it up, I'm livin' it up, I'm livin' it up
Said I don't care, I'm li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-livin' it up (Hey, hey)

[Verse 1]
They wonder where I'm gon' be at
Posted with my chief sack
Seat back, keep this shit together like a knee cap
He's that bad motherfucker with a attitude
Haters try and play him, I ain't even gettin' mad at you
Fruity Judy spittin', but he rappin' like kiwi
I receive better than your satellite TV
Creepy, the rhymes that'll give 'em heebie-jeebies
Hoes showin' titties, tryna get a CD free
Please, grass stay together like it's welted
Turnin' down groupies, now they think I'm gettin' selfish
I'm not cocky, I'm just confident
Wave you off, move along, if you not convinced
Got way too much shit up on my shoppin' list
While you're broke, doin' coke, tryna copy Vince
Hop off the dick, let me be on my way
I don't pay attention, stay havin' good days, so

[Chorus]
They think that I'ma lose my mind out here
Ask me where I think I'll be this time next year
But I don't care, I'm livin' it up, I'm livin' it up, I'm livin' it up
Said I don't care, I'm li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-livin' it up (Hey, hey)

[Verse 2]
As I'm ridin' next to TreeJ (TreeJ), speedin' down the freeway
Headin' to the money, no pause, no delay
Racin' like a relay, hear me through the PA
Cheef 'til I'm sleepin', fuck the D-to-the-E-A
Uh, I'm in this game, no playin' for the pesos
Try and dip into this cheese like queso
Classes never seem to be there when they take role
I was runnin' to my dream, tryna make mo'
Music, make another song
They tell me they supported, they was hatin' all along
Love greater than the hate that I was gettin', didn't phase me for a second
So lately I've been gettin' kinda crazy, and I mention
To my lady when she stressin' that I'm cakin', it's a blessin'
I'm just tryna get her in the right direction
You want a war, then I'm comin' prepared
Most Dope, put ya thumb in the air, motherfucker

[Chorus]
They think that I'ma lose my mind out here
Ask me where I think I'll be this time next year
But I don't care, I'm livin' it up, I'm livin' it up, I'm livin' it up
Said I don't care, I'm li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-livin' it up

[Outro]
"I think I'm having an overdose and so is my wife"
"Overdose of what?"
"Marijuana, I don't know if it had something in it, can you please send rescue?"
"Did you guys have fever or anything?"
"No I'm just, I think we're dying"
"How much did you guys have?"
"I don't know we made brownies..."
"And I think we're dead, time is going by really, really, really, really slow."

Mac Miller

Malcolm James McCormick (Jan. 19, 1992 – Sept. 7, 2018), who performed as Mac Miller, was an American rapper and producer from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Since releasing his first mixtape at just 15 years old, he became one of the leaders of the new school of young and highly talented “weirdos.”

Mac’s credibility in the rap game increased ten-fold and resulted in a slew of quality releases, including 2012’s Macadelic mixtape, his second studio album Watching Movies With The Sound Off, and his critically-acclaimed 2014 mixtape Faces.

He had multiple alter-egos, most notably his producer alias Larry Fisherman and his sick and twisted pitched-up persona (à la Quasimoto,) Delusional Thomas.