Released: November 6, 2009
Songwriter: Mac Miller
[Intro]
Haha (I got it)
I couldn't help it
I love this song
Ayo, TreeJay
[Verse 1]
Uh, look
Got a sack and a pack of cigarillos (Uh-huh)
Ready to crack it, put some hash up in the middle
Blow, gone, lights out like padiddle
Rhymes like Busta, jazzy like fizzle (What?)
Mac Mizzle, your girl probably heard of me
My spit game real tight like a virgin be
Currency keep my paper runnin' like a gerbil feet
I'm sprintin' on the wheel 'til it hurts to breathe
And girl, me and you is like the birds and bees
When the weed stay burnin' to the third degree
I'm high, fly, got your girl smitten
She keep comin' back, call her badminton
Uh, pullin' petals off your flowers
You can get shagged like Austin Powers (Haha)
[Chorus]
So I pick my L up
This is that bomb, and I'm tryna get high today (Today)
Hittin' on my weed like
Blowin' out the smoke like
Yeah, I pick my L up
This is that bomb (Yeah), and I'm tryna get high today (Mac Miller)
Hittin' on my weed like
Ooh, I got a bunch of haze (Uh, look)
[Verse 2]
And I ain't gonna stop, no, not a hour
I see the game's filled with lots of cowards
So I'm here to coach like Tomlin, Cowher
Twenty-four hours, call Jack Bauer (Jack Bauer)
Status: Mac is way above the average
And I'm Jewish like Lenny Kravitz
So original, gotta get a patent
"Party in the U.S.A." gettin' blasted (Uh-huh)
Switch it up, feelin' good, fillin' up
Gettin' drunk, sippin' suds 'til I'm sick as fuck
But I ain't slippin' up, flow too perfect
Used to be a little thief goin' though purses (Haha)
But now I'm business, blowed off my third spliff
Do it like a furnace and burn it
[Chorus]
So I pick my L up
This is that bomb, and I'm tryna get high today
Hittin' on my weed like
Blowin' out the smoke like (Yeah)
Yeah, I pick my L up
This is that bomb, and I'm tryna get high today (The High Life)
Hittin' on my weed like (December 1st)
Ooh, I got a bunch of haze
[Outro]
Yeah, uh
Now what I need everybody to do (The High Life)
Roll up another, and just admit to yourself
That you're listenin' to that Miley Cyrus jam (December 1st)
Bitch (We comin')
Mac Miller
I'm tellin' y'all, December 1st
The High Life
Haha (I got it)
I couldn't help it
I love this song
Ayo, TreeJay
[Verse 1]
Uh, look
Got a sack and a pack of cigarillos (Uh-huh)
Ready to crack it, put some hash up in the middle
Blow, gone, lights out like padiddle
Rhymes like Busta, jazzy like fizzle (What?)
Mac Mizzle, your girl probably heard of me
My spit game real tight like a virgin be
Currency keep my paper runnin' like a gerbil feet
I'm sprintin' on the wheel 'til it hurts to breathe
And girl, me and you is like the birds and bees
When the weed stay burnin' to the third degree
I'm high, fly, got your girl smitten
She keep comin' back, call her badminton
Uh, pullin' petals off your flowers
You can get shagged like Austin Powers (Haha)
[Chorus]
So I pick my L up
This is that bomb, and I'm tryna get high today (Today)
Hittin' on my weed like
Blowin' out the smoke like
Yeah, I pick my L up
This is that bomb (Yeah), and I'm tryna get high today (Mac Miller)
Hittin' on my weed like
Ooh, I got a bunch of haze (Uh, look)
[Verse 2]
And I ain't gonna stop, no, not a hour
I see the game's filled with lots of cowards
So I'm here to coach like Tomlin, Cowher
Twenty-four hours, call Jack Bauer (Jack Bauer)
Status: Mac is way above the average
And I'm Jewish like Lenny Kravitz
So original, gotta get a patent
"Party in the U.S.A." gettin' blasted (Uh-huh)
Switch it up, feelin' good, fillin' up
Gettin' drunk, sippin' suds 'til I'm sick as fuck
But I ain't slippin' up, flow too perfect
Used to be a little thief goin' though purses (Haha)
But now I'm business, blowed off my third spliff
Do it like a furnace and burn it
[Chorus]
So I pick my L up
This is that bomb, and I'm tryna get high today
Hittin' on my weed like
Blowin' out the smoke like (Yeah)
Yeah, I pick my L up
This is that bomb, and I'm tryna get high today (The High Life)
Hittin' on my weed like (December 1st)
Ooh, I got a bunch of haze
[Outro]
Yeah, uh
Now what I need everybody to do (The High Life)
Roll up another, and just admit to yourself
That you're listenin' to that Miley Cyrus jam (December 1st)
Bitch (We comin')
Mac Miller
I'm tellin' y'all, December 1st
The High Life