Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Perkins Hazlegrove
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
William Lane Shaw
Songwriter
Ted Wendler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer
Mansions On The Moon
Producer
Testi
[Verse 1]
Hey, ten thousand dollar hands, million dollar plan
My fam's still the only people that really know me for who I am
Damn, got me asking when I got this fly
The type to change because of fame, I'm just not that guy
[Verse 2]
Still sipping on my forty when the cops drove by
When I go, gotta tell my girl to stop, don't cry
See, I-I-I've been buying these diamonds
All designer clothes and a Benz just to drive in
[Verse 3]
Autograph signing must've got to my head
Fuck that, I've been the same lil' motherfucker
Always down to share my shit, melody with snare kick
So I don't give a fuck about some lames I rode the ferry with
[Verse 4]
My larynx is imperative to live, music's what I need, boy
Destroy all of these fake me's, they decoys
Everywhere I go, these companies give me free toys
These random strangers just treating me like we boys
[Verse 5]
Pennsylvania nights, 9:30 flights
Thinking to myself, where does all this go?
No time to care, more I can share
By now this life is all I know
[Verse 6]
So this is all I know, this is all I know
Taught myself to walk then got up and took flight
Hey, bullshit's always gonna be bullshit
So make a toast to a good life
[Verse 7]
Hey, ten thousand dollar hands, million dollar plan
Listening to jams while I'm sitting in my van
This is who I am, wrote these lyrics on my DNA code
Happy as hell, MDMA, yo
[Verse 8]
Fuck a job, there ain't no one that I call my boss
We just tryna work so we can blow up like a molotov
And it kinda wake me up like a coffee shop
Thinking 'bout my people who was murdered in the Holocaust
[Verse 9]
Got me thankful just for life by itself
And there's way more people here I should be trying to help
Am I wrong for spending money how I do? Probably, yes
It's just funny old people see the logo on my chest
[Verse 10]
You got your thumb held high, we can be friends
Other people pretend, we hang out on the weekends
These fuckers lil' bit creepy, so we just leave them
Say get some rest, when I die, I'ma sleep in
[Verse 11]
Pennsylvania nights, 9:30 flights
Thinking to myself, where does all this go?
No time to care, more I can share
By now this life is all I know
[Verse 12]
So this is all I know, this is all I know
Taught myself to walk then got up and took flight
Hey, bullshit's always gonna be bullshit
So make a toast to a good life
[Verse 13]
Pennsylvania nights, 9:30 flights
Thinking to myself, where does all this go?
No time to care, more I can share
By now this life is all I know
[Verse 14]
So this is all I know, this is all I know
Taught myself to walk then got up and took flight
Hey, bullshit's always gonna be bullshit
So make a toast to a good life
Written by: Benjamin Hazelgrove, Edward Wendler, Malcolm McCormick, William Lane Shaw