Mac Miller - Uber Lyrics
[Intro: Mac Miller]Who put the spiders in my apple sauce?Took the pins out my hand grenade?Somebody said that I deserve to dieI looked him in the eye and said the devil's not circumcisedWho put spiders in my apple sauce?Took the pins out my hand grenade?Somebody told that I deserve to dieI looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcised[Verse 1: Mac Miller]So play me a song on the guitarGot a rainforest in my cigarThere's knots in my yo-yo stringPut a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo kingI fell in love with a go-go dancer, she's a single momThe underdog, I like to play the game with Diddy KongShe the god type, throw that ***** a KlondikeEverything is alright, see it's written in the PsalmsI told her I get rich off my little songsGave her a billion reasons that she should come alongImmediately, she dropped her shitBut everywhere I go, they tell me "Watch your *****!"God damn! I guess I got another oneGood vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky BunchI put the gourmet flavors inside the honey bluntGot my head underwater but I ain't comin' up***** air, my *****'s ass is like a plump pearAnd she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she's just fairMan this life is unfair[Hook: Mac Miller]Okay I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to loseAnd I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and twoWhy you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to doAnd I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and twoWhy you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?[Verse 2: Mac Miller]I'm readin' old Playboy magazinesSomethin' from the 50's when the journalism had it's peakYou play the background, you just a member of the facultyI'm actually out here decision makin'Had to get my shit together, I was missin' paymentsI just pray to God that my lady isn't famousShe threw the gown on and we hit the banquetShe got her own stories, just let the ***** explain it[Verse 3: Mike Jones]Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'boutWas in fact the same chick, late night, creepin' outSneakin' out, my homie knew it, told me keep an eyeFound out she was twerkin', found out she wasn't workin'The whole game switched when my man hitGot me rollin' in a circle, top down, blowin' purpleSeen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtleSeen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtleSwang, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'Mike Jones, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'[Hook: Mac Miller]
