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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Tyson
Christopher Tyson
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Khrysis
Khrysis
Producer
Big Jerm
Big Jerm
Recording Engineer
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, can you turn it up a little bit? Hold up, yo, Will, your mom's calling Can I, uh, can I ignore the call? I can ignore it? A'ight I'm feelin' a lil' ill right now And I don't mean ill like, really cool and awesome I mean, like, I'm comin' down with a sickness (Aha) a'ight, look Hey Well, I was ridin' in shotgun, speedin' down the highway Listenin' to music, haven't slept in like five days I try take a nap, lean my head against the window It feels real, I swear to God this shit pretend though 'Cause, me, I get high, make music for a livin' If that ain't the best job, then give me your opinion 'Cause I love life, chillin' for the night, case of Bud Light Small world for me, but you, you live a Bug's Life Scared to chase your dreams, scared to take a risk Think it's make-believe, so you hate the shit Valentine, love it, grimier than rubbish You softer than a Snuggie and you sweeter than a Sunkist Never eatin' beets, on your Doug shit Come with all the swagger, but you lackin' all the substance Cool, the dude you used to wanna be in school Spendin' money, drinkin' liquor, naked girls up in my pool Wake up in my bed, gettin' head, she said (she said) The act so cool, but she easily impressed I love to lay back, watch her while she get dressed Put herself together, last night was a mess, yes (yes) Today a new day (new day), a fresh start (fresh start) If you didn't make mistakes, you wouldn't get far (get far) Life get hard (get hard), so we get high (get high) You ain't shit 'til you try (try) Ayy Ayo, my herb smoke tastin' like a Nerds rope I'ma get rich, so I can buy my bitch a fur coat Somethin' like a millionaire in trainin' Still my shit amazin', we jumpin' over puddles when it's rainin' Plannin' on a tan, I'm in the sand And we'll be jammin', make it bounce While we dancin' on the clouds until I'm landin' in my house Remember when my moms would hate me standin' on the couch But now I'm makin' so much money, I start to lose count I try and spend it quick, I got bills though Yeah, I'm only 18, I got skills though Beats, Rhymes, Life, Tribe Called Chill Flow You been rappin' 25 years and you still broke No disrespect, the riches is the art I'm just mad at all these haters who was bitches from the start We just do this 'cause we love it and it's settin' us apart We was already gone while you was only on your mark, hey Wake up in my bed, gettin' head, she said (she said) The act so cool, but she easily impressed I love to lay back, watch her while she get dressed Put herself together, last night was a mess, yes (yes) Today a new day (new day), a fresh start (fresh start) If you didn't make mistakes, you wouldn't get far (get far) Life get hard (get hard), so we get high (get high) You ain't shit 'til you try (try)
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Christopher Frederick Tyson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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