Mac Miller - What Do You Do Lyrics
[Intro:]This tambourineShake her[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]Man, I think I'm Eric AndreMan, I think I'm Louis C-KMan, I think so therefore I amMan, It's 8 A.MMan, My mind is an emporium of cute ***** hoesMy brother one of the only ones I can confide inIt ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive inI toot my horn, I blow my bugleI recycle, I say "free beluga whales" on YouTubeWhat do you do?[Verse 2: Mac Miller]Okay, the ***** like trouble cause I'm in it oftenA drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffinBut down the slope in my tobogganThree day delirium, gettin' weirder than AustinNow it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boringStill at itThe drug absorbent, endorphin addictThe evil follow me, I got a devil magnetI know a ***** will let you ***** her for coachella passes[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]Oh so pompous the ambianceYou remind me of the lobby of the MondrianI saw you meditating, get your Gandhi onIf she got that stank puss then I won't be long[Verse 4: Mac Miller]Never lose your mind because insanity is brutalLife's just like college, all you have's your noodleMirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead manMe and Mikey go back like bron bron's headbandsWhite American, hotter from the aryan[Verse 5: Sir Michael Rocks]New Tibetan Mastiff, he hate it when you stare at himJumping in (the jacuzzi on) say I ***** with you the long wayI love you more than Kanye love Kanye[Verse 6: Mac Miller]Slave to the W, I don't hang with losersI'm in the suburbs doing drive-by's on Razor scootersIt's my first try, so I got a 3rd eyeIt's work time, sell the coke to the students out in Irvine[Verse 7: Sir Michael Rocks]Coming off the high, listening to JamiroquaiWhy we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise?It's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of lightIt's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights[Verse 8: Mac Miller]I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith LordWe might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4Get high, *****ing with the Tech DeckCall in local middle schools and send in some death threats[Bridge: Sir Michael Rocks]Hey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heartI need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished[Verse 9: Mac Miller]I love my powder white, prefer my *****es blackI'm getting lit with Dash, she don't see us in the backNo longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cashOh yea[Outro: Mac Miller & Sir Michael Rocks]Let me off at the topLet me off at the topLet me off at the topLet me off at the top, we can keep riding for nowLet me off at the top, the road keeps winding aroundLet me off at the top, oh I'm high as the cloudsLet me off at the top, hey mother*****er shut your *****in' mouthYaaa
