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Don’t Mind If I Do – Mac Miller

Ah-ha!
Mhm
Don’t mind if I do

Hey, it seems like every day
I gotta filled up phone
Ladies tryna text me
Sayin that they home for the Summer
And they heard that I’m livin on my own
So they wanna come to the crib
Maybe cook me some supper
But I’m busy, so I’m ignorin her
Yeah I just touched down in California
Now I’m headed to the beach
Gon’ swim in the water
Like I’m tryna sneak in across the border

I do, all different types of crazy shit
I’m the youngen hoes tryna make a baby with
‘Cause it’ll make ’em rich
Know I’m headed to the money
So these funny little girls wanna take a trip
But no, only the M.O.S.T. dope with me
Other fools home or, boy? and cig free

No disrespect though,
I gotta get that cigarette flow
For the green pesto, presto

[Chorus:]
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns, slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m a sleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems

Me I’m highly underestimated
So educated that gettin paid quick
If you ever hated anticipate that I’m famous
Got a bunch of bitches to sip on the champagne with
Celebrate that we seein’ another day, life good
Never wanna end this
Me & Mary Jane got a really nice friendship

Yeah they give me money
But I gotta go and spend it
Man, I been a bad little jew
But I gotta pay the bills now
So I gotta chill out
I ain’t walkin round like I’m splurging with a mil now

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Feel like the kid workin at the mill now
Used to just chill and smoke joints up at Bills house
Now I gotta schedule, things I gotta do
Doin’ interviews, see it up on youtube
I say it feels just like a dream
‘Bout to wake up from a nap
How fucked up was that like

[Chorus:]
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns, slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m a sleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems

Just some motha fuckin’ kids
We just some motha fuckin’ kids

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Love Lost – Mac Miller

[Chorus]
Where’d you go, and what’d you do
How the hell you make me fall in love with you
And then you leave, and now you’re gone
All I got is this damn song
So I can feel but I cant touch
You said my love was a bit too much
Broke my heart cant find no crush
So why don’t you just come on back home?

[Verse 1]
Hey, I’m a fucking workaholic, with a passion in my heart
Treating rappin’ as an art in which you’d have to be a part of
I just copped a new car to hear it start up
Try to do the right thing then please karma
All I want to know is where the fuck did you have to go
I been waiting on you baby, why don’t you leave and come on home
I cant be mad I’m living my dream
(going all around the globe)
Although you said you think you love me
(you need to let me know)
So I been fucking all these hoes
And I been blowing all this cash
‘Cause baby this just the beginning
And I’ma make all of it back

[Chorus]
Where’d you go, and what’d you do
How the hell you make me fall in love with you
And then you leave, and now you’re gone
All I got is this damn song
So I can feel but I cant touch
You said my love was a bit too much
Broke my heart cant find no crush
So why don’t you just come on back home?

[Verse 2]
Hey, its all good everybody tryna eat tonight
Tryna go to sleep having good dreams tonight
So go home, it might get better
All I know it don’t last forever
So take it while you got it tryna get a little more
They say I’m getting better than I ever been before
Well that’s for sure, tell ’em what I do
Rap keep me fed like a school getting soup
I been out here on the road and now they missin’ me at home
All these ex girls that I used to know are hittin up my phone
But I ain’t here, I guess you can call back
Sex drugs and rock and roll I think ill take all that

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[Chorus]
Where’d you go, and what’d you do
How the hell you make me fall in love with you
And then you leave, and now you’re gone
All I got is this damn song
So I can feel but I cant touch
You said my love was a bit too much
Broke my heart cant find no crush
So why don’t you just come on back home?

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Wedding – Mac Miller

Okay, you work a God damn lousy job, you know
You come home at night, you’re tired
What are you going to do? Go to a movie? Turn on your radio?
Hell no you’re going to get a bottle of whiskey and drink it
And go down to a bar and maybe get in a fist fight
And meet some bitch, something’s going on
Then you’ll go to work the next day, and do your simple little things, right?

Yeah, Yeah, yeah
My bitch can tell that I’m addicted to pussy, she looking past it
The smile that she faking is tragic, hate looking at it
That magic I tried to grasp it, she’s had it with the dramatics
Fantasizing love so classic, tragic to what she got up in her attic
Can we mind fuck?
Do I lie when I look inside her eyes? Hush don’t say a word
I know I make you hurt, sorry is my favorite word
I don’t deserve your trust, but can we make it work?
I hate to end the story, can we wait until the morning to decide on it?
Spend this time pretending it was that first summer
It was pure lovers
She was used to being hurt, I took that curse from her
Sometimes I wonder what it’s all for
You wish that I would call more
You’re sick of seeing condoms in my sock drawer
Loves turns to war so quickly
I envisioned us – married and 50
Couple of kids that we drop off at little league
I’m addicted to you
You only want the best, I need to listen to you
I’m fucking other girls wishing it’s you
Fuck the bullshit, we in love
I’m a mess but can you clean me up?

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Girl I’m the worst
Yea, I know that I’m the worst
Yea, but you’re something I can’t lose
Just let me tell you the truth, that’ll be the first
Girl I’m the worst
Yea, I know that I’m the worst
Don’t know what I gotta do, just love you so much that it hurts

And I see you falling victim to the thirst
All the sins you committed you could probably use a couple minutes in church
But, for what it’s worth, I think you’re perfect
There’s an angel hiding underneath your surface
You’re the woman of my dreams, I’m looking at her sleep
The pussy right in-front of me, I shouldn’t be so weak
What did I do to deserve a love like this?
You see her shining? That’s my sunlight bitch
I’m sick of fighting, that smile is so inviting
I see you every time I’m writing
I’m losing to all my vices, they kicking my ass
I hold on to this feeling, I wish it would last
Don’t wanna lose you for some evil I did in the past
You knew I fucked that bitch and you didn’t react?
Girl, it’s me and you, how simple is that?
Gave me all your love and now I’m giving it back
But I know, that

Girl you the worst
Yea, you know that you the worst
But I’m something you can’t lose
If you just told me the truth, that’d be a first, but
Girl you the worst
Yea, you know that you the worst
Every time you say you sorry, everything you do just feel like it’s rehearsed

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He Who Ate All the Caviar – Mac Miller

[Intro]
Fuck you mean, “I’m drunk,” mo’fugga?
You crazy?
Shit, you didn’t say that a hour ago!

[Verse 1]
Uh, I made more than this money, don’t label me as no business
Came up in this country, started out in the Civic
Pray for rain til’ it’s muddy, praying more than just sunday
Eating good, I’m still hungry, left no evidence on these dishes
Watching movies, no sound, smoking weed in this dope house
And my bitch coked out, smoke loud when she go down
Damn, this the life, riding on Gary Fisher bikes
Know the kid is nice, piece of cake, you won’t get a slice
Any time of night, hide your kids, hide your wife
Find a sip, bottle Sprite, high as shit, blind a bitch, dynamite
Bitch, tell me what your problems like
(I wanna know, for real, I just wanna know)
Just got the pipe, we could talk all night, sike

[Hook 1]
I get money, I fuck hoes
I wear really nice clothes, I
Go to the club and buy all Patrón (all of it!)
I get a lot of
Bitches who love to suck my dick (bitch!)
I made a lot of money
I’m real motherfucking rich (I’m so motherfucking rich!)

[Hook 2]
I get money, I fuck hoes
I wear really nice clothes, I (you’re a bitch!)
Go to the club and buy all Patrón (cash, motherfucker)
I get a lot of
Bitches who love to suck my dick (slut-ass hoes)
I made a lot of money
I’m real motherfucking rich (I’m so motherfucking rich!)

[Verse 2]
Why the fuck did I start this? Now, I’m spitting retarded
That bassline, made that, that’s the hardest
Regardless, I could get this yardage
Cause I’m a quarterback, bitch, gimme my quarter back
Change, vending machine, make it rain
Buying out the whole bottom floor, buying out the whole bottom drawer
Buying out the whole bottom row
There’s ice in my mouth right now, lemme chew that shit, bitch, I’m cold
Yeah, I’m cold, all you rappers, you old
Don’t go to award shows cause they smell like nursing homes
Yeah, never wanna get nominated
Yeah, I do, I’m just pissed I haven’t got nominated

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[Hook 1] + [Hook 2]

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