Released: June 1, 2009
Songwriter: Mac Miller
Producer: Big Jerm
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Homie I remember everything
Every single blunt lit
Me and my homies we was all up on that dumb shit
Hittin' that one lick
Gettin' us dumb rich
Bein' extra sneaky not leavin' thumb prints
There was little Mac killin' packs of fun dip
And my people that been with us since the young kid
Gettin' caught by my pops blowin' haze... smokin' blunts from my younger through my older days
Nothin' goes to waste
Not a day was smashed
There was dough to make
And we was makin' cash
Bangin' rap till the neighbors called the cops
Beatin' dudes up throwin' mollywops
Some people say that I'm all just talk
But I'll tell you everything about the block I walked
I wasn't cookin' pies, I wasn't tokin' guns, but I was lookin' high, stayin' smokin' blunts
Yeah I stole a little bit boy nothin' was cheap
Santa stayed puttin' that coal under my tree
And this is peace to my people and peace to my enemies
But nothin' keeps me alive like my memories...
[Hook]
You make me feel alive, "These memories keep me alive"
You are my highest light, "These memories keepin' me high"
You make me feel alive, "These memories keep me alive"
You are my highest light, "These memories keepin' me high"
But let's get back to the good ones
We was just chasin' some women
Runnin' the game before we playin' an inning
Now we need that cake to the ceiling
Cook in the kitchen
But these, haters is grillin' fill the place up with villains
Cause we all just chillin' now
Got the illest crowed
Raisin' the roof, uh, breakin' the ceiling down
I'm iller now then when ya'll first heard me
Peace to the people who listened past the first week
And there's a lot of ya'll
So let me take a vow
This to memories
The drinks is on the house
We came a long damn way from sittin' on the couch
Peace to all my honies that was takin' off their blouse
You'll miss me when I'm out
Don't leave me when I'm gone
You hatin' fourty-year-olds I'm peein' on your lawn
I treat you like a jon
The way I treat a beat
This ain't everything, but I'll let you sneak a peak
[Hook]
Homie I remember everything
Every single blunt lit
Me and my homies we was all up on that dumb shit
Hittin' that one lick
Gettin' us dumb rich
Bein' extra sneaky not leavin' thumb prints
There was little Mac killin' packs of fun dip
And my people that been with us since the young kid
Gettin' caught by my pops blowin' haze... smokin' blunts from my younger through my older days
Nothin' goes to waste
Not a day was smashed
There was dough to make
And we was makin' cash
Bangin' rap till the neighbors called the cops
Beatin' dudes up throwin' mollywops
Some people say that I'm all just talk
But I'll tell you everything about the block I walked
I wasn't cookin' pies, I wasn't tokin' guns, but I was lookin' high, stayin' smokin' blunts
Yeah I stole a little bit boy nothin' was cheap
Santa stayed puttin' that coal under my tree
And this is peace to my people and peace to my enemies
But nothin' keeps me alive like my memories...
[Hook]
You make me feel alive, "These memories keep me alive"
You are my highest light, "These memories keepin' me high"
You make me feel alive, "These memories keep me alive"
You are my highest light, "These memories keepin' me high"
But let's get back to the good ones
We was just chasin' some women
Runnin' the game before we playin' an inning
Now we need that cake to the ceiling
Cook in the kitchen
But these, haters is grillin' fill the place up with villains
Cause we all just chillin' now
Got the illest crowed
Raisin' the roof, uh, breakin' the ceiling down
I'm iller now then when ya'll first heard me
Peace to the people who listened past the first week
And there's a lot of ya'll
So let me take a vow
This to memories
The drinks is on the house
We came a long damn way from sittin' on the couch
Peace to all my honies that was takin' off their blouse
You'll miss me when I'm out
Don't leave me when I'm gone
You hatin' fourty-year-olds I'm peein' on your lawn
I treat you like a jon
The way I treat a beat
This ain't everything, but I'll let you sneak a peak
[Hook]
The Jukebox: Prelude to Class Clown
- On Some Real Shit (100,000 Bars)
- My Lady
- Keep Me Alive
- PA Hustla
- Barz for Dayz
- Late Night
- Keep It Rollin’
- Intro (The Jukebox)
- The Chow Line
- A Night In The Studio
- Get It On The Floor
- J’s On My Feet
- Snap Back
- Cruisin’
- What Up Cousin
- Sound Like
- Love My Name
- Got A Clue
- So Far To Go
- Swing Set
- Comin Soon’