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Mac Miller - Ayye Lyrics
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
E. Dan
E. Dan
Producer
Big Jerm
Big Jerm
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
E. Dan
E. Dan
Producer

Lyrics

Hey I'm all grownsed up, man Yeah Alright look, hey I'm so drunk, it's a bad idea to talk 'Cause I ain't makin' any sense, I'm just here to rock Not sleepin', all grown up Now the places that we go, they know us Tell me, "Mac, it's so good to see you blow up" 'Cause now I be with cheese like cold cuts And I ain't dealin' with a ho got no butt Gotta do more than chillin', just show up I'm just out my mind Stay dealin' with some girls who be out all the time And the higher that I get on this mountain I climb To the clouds, I'ma rise over balcony, shine From the light of the sun, tonight'll be fun 'Cause the night is still young and the rhyme to the drum Is flowin', an island See the ocean when I'm chillin', got me smilin', like Ayy, tonight will be great Walk in through the door with a smile on my face Like hate me or love me Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money I'ma get it then spend it, the way it's gon' be And you ain't know me if you ain't part of the team If you ain't part of the team You ain't know me if you ain't part of the team, like Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey (hey, hey) Hey, hey (hey, hey, hey, hey) Ayy, tonight will be great (ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey) Walk in through the door with a smile on my face Like hate me or love me Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money (hey, hey) Too many people always thought I wouldn't ever do shit I'm ruinin' my life, and I'll never get rich Forever I'm this, never goin' back Don't fade to black, I'ma stain the map Yeah, I'm changin' rap and my name is Mac Trust me, then I'm ready when the cameras flash 'Cause the boy got presents like Santa's bag Travel everywhere, homie, Alabama and back My fans in the back in the stand and they clap Give me love all day, so I'm handin' it back They believe, so they family I'm ready right now, kinda antsy And I don't got nothin' like a plan B Just go and cop a crib in Miami Get a Grammy and a Oscar 'Cause mother always said, "Act proper," hey Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey, hey) Hey, hey (hey, hey, hey, hey) Ayy, tonight will be great (ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey) Walkin' through the door with a smile on my face Like hate me or love me (hey, hey) Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Eric Allan Dan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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