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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
Ella Paige
Ella Paige
Vocals
NJOMZA
NJOMZA
Vocals
Wargo Harrison James
Wargo Harrison James
Synthesizer
Andrew Gould
Andrew Gould
Alto Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Andrew Berishaj
Christian Andrew Berishaj
Songwriter
Larry Sheffrey
Larry Sheffrey
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Songwriter
Andrew Gould
Andrew Gould
Songwriter
Wargo Harrison James
Wargo Harrison James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Executive Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Sean Madden
Sean Madden
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
JMSN
JMSN
Producer

Lyrics

You hide your skin like ya shy or did somethin' wrong You stylish when you got nothin' on, yeah And all I do is make these fuckin' songs So, finally, I made a fuckin' song And now she comin' closer Up she goes, she wanna jump my bones You want it, don't ya? I was a soldier, now I'm comin' home, the war is over Kick down the door, I hold your bends, you never break You need to smell your sweet aroma See, I knows you smell like cinnamon, kissin' your lips I lick my fingertips and get your clitoris in the mix My dick on business trips My tongue twistin' is ticklin' just a little bit I'm swimmin' inside of your skin like a river in the Caribbean It's okay that you like it, babe (I like it, babe), yeah (uh-huh) And it's alright that you misbehave It's okay to be this way (this way) You liberated, baby (ooh, baby) You chillin' with the AC (Ah, the way we are) that's just the way that we are You and me, super freaks, here we are (The way we are) I'm takin' care of each and every part I open up your legs and go straight for your heart The way we are, the way we are Said I'm too divine, I'm too divine, yeah, too divine Who am I? Well, I'm Mr. Superfly I'm Mr. Ooh-He-Blew-Your-Mind, hot as June, July I wanna make your waterfall Girl, you my paintin', you my art installation Gonna fuck you, put you on the wall All I wanna do is show you off, I want to put you on Why would I ever blow you off? Right now, let's go get lost Jet, I've been way too high for way too long, I'm so exhausted Whether that's your mind or line, we still get crossed (off) First your name is gone, never understand until you have to stand alone Can I have a hand to hold? A Band-Aid for my damaged soul I paint the planet gold, swear I'm Michelangelo I don't understand these hoes They didn't want a man when it was, "Man, I'm broke" And now they on me, and they're what I don't need They gon' see it's gon' be what it's gon' be (Ah, the way we are) that's just the way that we are You and me, super freaks, here we are (The way we are) I'm takin' care of each and every part I open up your legs and go straight for your heart The way we are, the way we are Doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo, doo-doo Mm, these hoes Doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo, doo-doo Mm, these hoes Doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo, doo-doo (taste this soul) Doo-doo, doo-doo (taste, taste this soul) Mm, these hoes Doo-doo, doo-doo Doo-doo, doo-doo (taste this soul) Doo-doo, doo-doo (taste, taste this soul) Mm, these hoes
Writer(s): Christian Andrew Berishaj, Malcolm James Mccormick, Larry Sheffey, Vic Wainstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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