Mac Miller

Songwriter: Mac Miller

[Intro]
Yeah
Ahem
Yeah

[Verse]
I probably should've put this dream on layaway
I woke up in a frenzy, today's the day
I threw the function, bitches drunk off the Tanqueray
Now she got me in handcuffs, slap me and tell me to say her name
That bitch got a crazy brain, but everything a-okay
She a really good time, besides, that pussy is ace of spades
I wake up with a hangover, she already makin' eggs
I call her on my layover, she send pictures, spreadin' legs
Goddammit, this life of minе
Should've been a superhero somеwhere out fightin' crime
Instead I was lightin' my weed
Gettin' Eiffel high, the tower that is
My girlfriend appreciate the gifts I shower her in
You see, 2010 was the year that I made it
But lookin' back on it now, that shit be feelin' so ancient
I get to crackin' a smile, I got 'em fiendin' put the crack in the vial
Stir a ruckus like the cat that's chasin' after the mouse
We be breakin' all the glass in the house
Friday was crazy, but it's Saturday now (Yeah)
I keep the glass half-full, the whisky bottle empty
Give praises to the most high, 'cause somebody up there bless me
It's nice bein' a millionaire but sometimes it's depressin'
We keep eatin' so much seafood, I'm just in the mood for Wendy's
I'm so regular, see?
It's crystal-clear insanity, that's ADHD
And I grew up with delinquents, we would play in the street
'Til it was late, causin' trouble while the neighborhood sleep
Runnin' away from police
What do we get older for? I wish I was only four
I wish I was sober more, but no, I be overboard
I'm sinkin' with my ship until it sit on the ocean floor
It's four in the mornin', I'm up and horny, downloadin' porn
I see the lies with eagle eye vision
We inside a dream of mine, we'll redefine livin'
All I need a television and some weed, I'm fine, chillin'
I'm hotter than a oven makin' pizza in your kitchen
Better keep your eyes peeled and open
Hit a blunt in the whip, tryna stunt with a bitch in the front
And a fifth I'ma sip 'til I'm sick and I'm drunk
I ain't givin' a fuck, yeah, I've been in a funk
Now I live like a pimp, into business stuff
A magician to tricks, make a bitch disappear like her boyfriend comin' to the game
Pay up like the first of the month, I'ma take what I want
Everybody need somethin', shit
If this my last day on this Earth, tell the kids to write my name in the dirt (Immortal)
Cup full of liquor, mind full of bad ideas
The club closed, why the fuck are we the last ones here?
How I'm gettin' home? Who is callin' the place?
God don't recognize me, he must have forgotten my face
Find my way in this strange world
Strange, strange world we live in
And I'ma leave this bitch lifted

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.

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