Mac Miller - Friends Lyrics
[Intro: Mac Miller]1, 2, 3, pop, pop1, 2, 3, pop, pop1, 2, 3, pop, pop(Mr. Davis)1, 2, 3, pop, popOkayYea, Okay, okayOkay, O-kay-kay-kay-kayOkay, okay, um[Verse 1: Mac Miller]Snowflakes keep falling on my expired debit cardsDon't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrowMissiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regularI never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra carMy pool-house studio is covered up with pencil marksAnd everyday is full of jokers like a deck of cardsSo, I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome-pieceBut, I'm not the devil, I'm a mother*****ing MinotaurOh my God, look at how upset you areCause we out here winning, brought my dogs from out the reservoirAnd I'mma let 'em bark, before you ready, my set will startWe forgot our roots before and trust me, things they fell apartWash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heartMy conscious so weak I need to split it up in 7 partsRevis brought me out to Cali for the first timeWent to Amare's party, took tequila shots with Kevin HartBut Kevin don't remember thatI saw him at the V-M-A's, told a joke - he never laughedThe rap diablo, free your mind my mottoAnd we all gonna be good if TreeJ ever hit the lottoSo arigatoSo, shit you know I'm world famousAnd R. Kelly been told me I'm the world's greatestBut still to fall in love is like an orgasmCause you never gonna know if your girl fake itI'm always faded, getting shaded in the basementI just bought a cello, now all I do is play itThank God that I made itAsk Q where Dave isHe'll probably tell you that he's rolling midnights out in VegasWhen I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacentWear a suit to cash a check, we're going to the banquetAnd Jimmy got the burner, but he don't wanna murderAnd clockwork somewhere out in Sweden speaking Danish like(Husband, isn't this your language?)That man must be a alienI really can't explain it, shitIt's just a little cocaine sniffBut the lines is longer than parades isI think it's time to give me all your praisesSo I can get this money and give all the homies raisesMy life is on these words, this is my affidavitAnd if you wanna legal battle - send your ass to David (that's my lawyer)I'm half man-half amazingProbably half God, but that don't fit my calculationsI know the planet Earth is about to explodeKinda hope that no one save itWe only grow from anguish[Hook: Schoolboy Q]Yea, Miller Mac(Miller Mac)Miller Mac, Mac Miller(Miller Mac)[Verse 2: Mac Miller]There's snowflakes falling on my debit cardSwear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever areIn this Game of Thrones, it is knownI got the 4G, L-T-E connection boardsNo Control, ***** Ken Lamar (***** you Kendrick!)I don't vote, I never registeredBut I'm a magnet for them zeros call me Edward SharpeI wake up feeling dead, I need a fresher startSo me and Q put people on the label we don't rememberSmiled as I saw Jerm, nerding out with Josh BergTalking in (?), and drinking Arnold PalmerAny other room, watching C-Span with E. DanLand out the baseline, doing drums with his freehandWhen I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto RicanMy mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrowsI walked in, ready for them Sprewell braidsBut the lady said my hair was too short though, manI always thought my moms was the illest for that shitDriving through the hood she did not have a reactionWith a 6 year old she kept the doors unlockedAnd drove by the 5-0 like ***** those copsGod damn, it just don't stopI know my father probably wish I would just smoke potMy grandma probably slap me for the drugs I gotI'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love rocks[Hook: Schoolboy Q][Verse 3: Mac Miller]Yea, I've had the same outfit for 6 days straightAnd Still all these *****es will get in position because I got their pussies all dripping in painSomehow, I'm making this music it's just to relate toAnd I got the life-raft, ain't gonna save youLook at my reflection, I broke the mirrorIt's only for protection, shit keep getting weirderNow I can't see a thing but, things never been clearerCall the Mothman its Richard Gere (Its Richard Mother *****in' Gere!)This is our yearLet's get *****ed up and get the ***** up outta hereI've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphereAnd looking down likeWe come in peaceI told Will and Bill they need to kick the habitWe on the same trip, we just got different baggageParks spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
