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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Songwriter
Jeremy Kulousek
Jeremy Kulousek
Songwriter
Zach Vaughan
Zach Vaughan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Recording Engineer
Larry Fisherman
Larry Fisherman
Producer

Lyrics

Yah Yo, yo Look Concoction of hamentashens (okay), launching a bottle rocket (okay) Done being nice, I'm here for your life and all the profits (whoa) I'm not your conscience, you nuts? Almonds and Häagen-Dazs Auction off your grandfather's watch from the Holocaust (okay) I'm iconic, naked walking in the garden and bird watching Alarming all of these cardinals like I need a pope (pope) Puffing that white smoke (smoke), get faded and play the maestro I'm ice-cold, bunny slippers, nice robe (probably velvet) Sneaky bitch stole my Rolly last night, yo (night, yo) I might know some dyke hoes who can fight though (yeah) Walking on a tight rope, underneath a microscope But close up, we all just molecules and isotopes (that's very deep) My psychic don't know the future? To live life, you kids might just close your computer (get some exercise) The streetlights might blind you, though (blind you, though) Make a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope There's a bird in the sky Look at him fly, why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Ugh Let the money pile, I'll be running wild Life's a motherfuckin' joke so we fuck around Feel like I do this in my sleep (do this in my sleep) Literally, I do this in my sleep It's an impression of Bueller Yeah, yeah A little TV money (okay), dollars for sense of humor (yeah) Scholar but my attendance like Bueller, so no use for a tutor Some cold brews in the cooler (have one), comin' through In the wood grain PT cruiser, stuntin' (stuntin') I'm pissed off like a blind person looking for a restroom (restroom) Probably be dead soon inhaling cigarette fumes Sorry for that blind people comment, that was just rude (yeah) And I was raised better, say, "God bless you" (God bless you), haha I'm Kenny Powers, you more of a Debbie Downer My bitch taking off her trousers every time I get around her I'm nasty, I never shower, go sleep on a bed of flowers Not into this conversation, I've been in my head for hours, I'm out There's a bird in the sky Look at him fly, why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Ugh Let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild Life's a motherfuckin' joke so we fuck around Feel like I do this in my sleep (do this in my sleep) Literally, I do this in my sleep
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Zachary Raymond Vaughan, Jeremy Kulousek, Eric Allan Dan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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